Going down my six floors
To go and empty my two trash cans
I think of my passing years
And I also think of her
I think about my cage rabbits
I think about everything, it makes me feel good
I talk to myself and I believe it
I talk to myself and I believe it
I talk to myself
And I believe in it, it helps me to hold on
not to suffer
I leave the light on
Pre s from the entrance to my square
By bringing in my empty trash cans
I have the impression that it is occupied
I make myself a a TV time or two
She thinks about nothing and that does me good
She talks to me and I believe it
She talks to me and I I believe in it
She talks to me and I believe in it
It helps me to hold on
Not to suffer
It helps me to hold on
To not to suffer
Speaking of politics
I ruined our picnic
There's nothing to do with a guy like me
And then I eat with your fingers
Do you remember my rabbit cage
Do you remember everything, say, are you okay
You talk like me
These are other blablas and I believe it
You blabla and you believe it
It helps you to hold on
not to suffer
It helps you To hold
Not to suffer

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