It's not like before
It's still the same marks on the wall
It's still the same stains on our faces
Even if there's paint, there are no fewer clouds
Two or three solutions to our original problems
I just wanted her to love only me
She gave me plenty of reasons, I just wanted one word

I think we lacked love
I think we twisted the compass needle
My heart is silent, my head talks on its own
I speak in a mess of damn shit, it's grandpa's fault
Two hours of traffic jams towards the seaside
Scratching bumpers and burned CDs
They think we're crazy, it's our parents' fault
They think we're violent, it's the TV's fault, huh

To believe we're only good for that
To respond with "well, okay"
To pay with gift vouchers
I sing the memories of fairy tales
The cigarette butts in the sandbox
To believe we're only good for that (not at all)

Shouldn't have touched the compass
Head in the clouds and worries
Eyes towards the dust and the basement
The needle is broken
The lady said I was a loser (hey)

Four assholes on Bluetooth in a 2002 BMW
Son of a bitch
You have money, that doesn't make you a demigod
We went on vacation to old towns in the lower leagues
It was wonderful
Thank you mom, thank you dad for the work, let's go, bro

I read the scribbles on the edge of the page
It's better than their blabber, well yeah
It smells like gasoline on the edge of the beach
And what do you want us to do
He has his kids' names tattooed on his bicep in electric blue
I wanted to please my friends and the girls
It smells like victory and weed
I don't like coke and the cops

Shouldn't have touched the compass
Head in the clouds and worries
Eyes towards the dust and the basement
The needle is broken
The lady said I was a loser, hey

Shouldn't have touched the compass
Head in the clouds and worries
Eyes towards the dust and the basement
The lady said I was a loser, hey

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