I took my gun and I drank up the last bottle of red wine.
Four hours and a bottle later I held my gun in my hand
pointed to my head, I pulled the trigger. I'm dead.

Everyday is like that specific day, I drink my bottle of red wine.
Then I put my gun to my head and I shoot myself dead.

Everyday I die, but I wake up again
hating myself even more than the day before.
Neither a gun nor a bottle of red wine
can save me from myself

This is the story of the gun and a bottle of red wine.
This is a story of me.

- Mikael Jansson © 2008-04-01


Tills vidare, drink up and good night!

// m