Maybe's

I'm sorry. So very sorry, top-cat. I did love you. I love you still. I just didn't know -- someone else was in the way. Please don't feel foolish when you cry. Please don't tear that golden thread from your heart. Please don't stop missing me. And even if you'll never understand why I did the things I did. Please, please forgive me.

Please find a way.

Passenger – Golden Thread (feat. Matt Corby)

This night

Everything came together and the universe was mine for just a few sparkling hours. And, when I opened my phone you were there. Saying all the brave things, just as always. I remembered why I loved you. I remembered why I want you in my life. And why I can't be with you. So, I'm still here. But on a very different path. I won't stray again.

Joss Stone – Newborn

Strawberry

I don't know who to think about when I listen to all those heartsick songs. And it's a bit empty. To not be told: "I am the best man I can be when I'm with you". To not be told: "You make me happy in a way I didn't  think possible. To not be told: "I have a birthday Nina, and I need you here with me. I don't care if I have to get on a plane to get to you, I don't care if I have to pay one thousand Euros or spend the weekend in a flea motel." But then again notes don't make a life and neither does words. Because in the end make believe doesn't cut it and reality always finds a way to slip through the cracks.

Baby, I will be somebody's strawberry one day.

Chris Young – Who I Am With You

Stabilt läge

Det rör sig mellan öronen nu. Tankarna är friare nu. Jag öppnar ögonen nu. Horizonten är blodröd och bara min. Och jag lyssnar om och om igen...

The Peach Kings – Like a Stone

This year

I had two men in my phone, in my head, in my hands. But (always) only one Irish lad in my heart. He crashed violently to the earth, he fell (finally) to where he belongs. And he became that broken dream, all those wishful thinkings of days and nights in passing. He became a man of the past, without the golden shimmer, that blaze that kept him alive all those minutes and seconds and hours that turned into seasons.

I was wrong, you were right. It's time to let go.

The Civil Wars – Poison & Wine