Handball derby at the sports hall tonight and I'm warming up my cheering voice at the gym first — Vojvodina better not need me hoarse by halftime. Which side of the stands are you on, love?
Handball derby at the sports hall tonight and I'm warming up my cheering voice at the gym first — Vojvodina better not need me hoarse by halftime. Which side of the stands are you on, love?
Quiet Sunday, and the Mileva exhibition can wait another hour — the sheets are making a very convincing case for staying put. Come waste the morning with me, love.
Back from the Halloween party and the costume didn't survive the front door — the mask was the only thing worth keeping on. Trick or treat, and which one are you?
Last day of Fashion Week and the fitting room is mine for exactly five more minutes — everything I'm supposed to wear is still on the hanger. Walk in on me before I change my mind, love.
Fashion Week opens at the Sajam today and I talked my way backstage before the first show — the gown won the argument about halfway up the zipper and I'm in no rush to fix it. Come finish what the dress couldn't, love.
Tapestry opening at District tonight and I still haven't managed to pick a thing to wear — everything keeps ending up back on the floor. Come dig through this wardrobe with me, love.
Repetitor plays Bulevar Books tonight and I've been rehearsing every chorus since I got out of bed — the neighbours are getting a free show and honestly they deserve better. Tell me you'll be in that crowd tonight, love.
Shower's done and the towel gave up on the floor somewhere behind me — the mirror and I are the only ones still awake in this flat. Tell me you're still up.
The instrumental fest opens at Fabrika today and I've traded words for strings until the doors open — two days where the music does all the talking and I just get to feel it. Come listen in, love.
The lyrics finally showed up and dragged me straight out of bed — this shirt was the only thing that made the trip with me. Come finish this verse with me, love.