至少好好的繼續寫我的網誌，這挺好的。
今天要把一張六號的畫在出門前趕完。

這像是回到十年前，coldplay跟radiohead重複的在相同的位置降落。
傢具的移動，位階的變置，在凹陷的指尖裡艱鉅。

她在床上唱著、說著，對著所有的人。
那其實更真實。

When you were here before, 
Couldn't look you in the eye, 
You're just like an angel, 
Your skin makes me cry; 

You float like a feather, 
In a beautiful world, 
I wish I was special, 
You're so fuckin' special; 

But I'm a creep, 
I'm a weirdo, 
What the hell am I doin' here? 
I don't belong here; 

I don't care if it hurts, 
I wanna have control, 
I want a perfect body, 
I want a perfect soul; 


I want you to notice, 
When I'm not around, 
You're so fuckin' special, 
I wish I was special; 

But I'm a creep, 
I'm a weirdo, 
What the hell am I doin' here? 
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh 

She's running out again, 
She's running, 
She runs runs runs runs... 
Runs... 

Whatever makes you happy, 
Whatever you want, 
You're so fucking special, 
I wish I was special; 

But I'm a creep, 
I'm a weirdo, 
What the hell am I doin' here? 
I don't belong here, 

I don't belong here...