Creep

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
And I wish I was special
You’re so fuckin’ special
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t care if it hurts
I want to 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 doing here?
I don’t belong here.
She’s running out again,
She’s running out
She’s run run run running out…
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fuckin’ special
I wish I was special…
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here.
I don’t belong here.
(Radiohead)

20 comments

  1. Repito: are you also a creep? Are you also like me?
    Essa música é perfeita. Mesmo. Yorke seja louvado para todo o sempre.
    Quando a ouço, “sobe-me à boca uma ânsia análoga à ânsia”. Essa música me revira os intestinos.
    Beijo, Marco.

  2. Meu, leio seu blog diariamente, e esse foi o melhor post q eu já vi! Essa musica é a melhor descriçao e o melhor remedio p/ qdo estamos maníaco-suicidas-depressivos . I’m a creep too.

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