She's not so special, so look what you've done, boy. She's not more than any other girl that you know, so look what you've done.
You've exposed yourself. You 've humiliated yourself. You've apologised for nothing.
You've cried and cleaned away your tears for her. You've died and got back to live just to see her once more.
You've been a dog and you've been a God. You've been a prayer and you've been a slayer.
You've been whatever she wants whenever she wants. You've just been InLove.
She's not so special, so look what you've done, boy.

Mood by Franz Ferdinand, auf achse

tiago sousa garcia, 11:10 da tarde