Birthday

 I was in Stockholm, it's beautiful in February, my birthday is the 5th, I don't have a girlfriend but I don't feel alone, the entire place is made of bricks and amazing pictures, looks like they put it together overnight, just for me. My brother, you should see it the way I do, you know better than me, but I wish you could see it, you could sit in the sand, put a beer in the sand, talk about nothing, it wouldn't matter. That's all I want. I don't want anything else. This fucking sucks.