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A KID THAT USED TO LOOK LIKE ME
(Pål Angelskår)
How come my life is of vital importance
For people that I never see?
Seems like years can go by and all they remember
Is what I did not grow up to be
Just like I have been sick with incurable cancer
And everyone else can come up with the answer
That the doctor just failed to see
While they’ve gotten older, I’ve been kept in their folders
As a kid that used to look like me
She’s just a girl with a face fronting postcards
And a heart that’s never at ease
She might look twentyone, but she won’t do for long
So she acts as if she’s seventeen
And there is one topic you just won’t let go of
My girlfriends location, her plans for tomorrow
How come she’s not here with you?
The Atlantic Sea may be a killer of dreams
if what you want is a swimming pool
now, what is a promise if she’s not there to keep it?
What if you crash, you’re not wearing a seatbelt
You’d surely get hurt if she ran
And that’s the price you pay for staying the same
You distrust what you don’t understand
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