Djuna! - Frida Hyvönen

Someday when I’m not broke

I’ll kiss my boys goodbye

Their embroidered handkerchiefs waving me off

Someday when I’m not broke

I’ll kiss my boys goodbye

Their embroidered handkerchiefs waving me off

Djuna the boys aren’t ok

They make me regress and forget my aim

Need to get them out of my way

Can you support me in this?

I remember second time I saw them

Still long before they were mine

They were deep in eachothers' eyes

Stepping in they didn’t seem to see me

As I tried to leave they looked my way

Ans whispered «stay»

I have stayed a hundred times

I’ve been soaking up their velvet crimes

They’ve made me come

They’ve had me shine

And lately they’ve made me sigh

Last night when I was out I bought myself a drink

Opened the memories and violence poured out

Last night when I was out I bought myself a drink

Opened the memories and violence poured out

Djuna, things aren’t right

I didn’t make it through the night

I got into a fight and was hit by a man

Listened to the songs you didn’t send

I loved the order you would have put them in

Djuna, tell me it’s a piece of cake

A piece of art and a hell to raise

Some day when I’m not broke

I’ll buy you a diamond ring

And we’ll celebrate our love

Until death comes