But now I'm confused. Is this death really you? And do these dreams have any meaning?

Nu har jag fixat biljett! Tårar kommer förmodligen att spillas när jag ser dem.



Now and again it seems worse than it is,
But mostly the view is accurate.
You see your breath in the air as you'll climb up the stairs
To that coffin you call your apartment.
And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair
And drink the cold away.
And you're not really sure what you're doing this for
But you need something to fill up the days.
A few more hours.