Lyrics CORRESPONDENCE: Failure - Annika Norlin

Licking my lips I lean
In for the first kiss
He says I am mistaken
Leaves me eyes closed, mouth open

Big people fly in
To see me rise to the occasion
I know this is it
But occasions make me sink like a stone
They fly home

Opening the paper
I see my big idea
Punctured like a balloon
Deflating
For the whole country to see
Blood pumping through my veins
As I fall

Here′s to the feeling of failure
Ah, the rush when you made a fool or yourself
Ah, the liberating fresh scent of failure
You are finally free from yourself

Reading your letter
It made me remember
When I was a teenager
I had a band that no one knew of

If I express my love for no one
I won't be rejected
If I play my songs to no one
They won′t be made fun of
If I point out my own flaws
Put them on a shirt

Here's to the feeling of failure
Ah, the rush when you tried and you fell
Ah, liberating fresh scent of failure
It's a big fuck off sign to yourself

Free falling
Free falling into thin air
Who will be left when I come down
What parts will be there

Free falling
Free falling into thin air
If it didn′t please them
I must have done it to please
Me
It must mean
I am finally free

In this song alone I worry:
Am I too straight, am I
Saying things that belong to
Refrigerator magnets
But

Oh no! I am liberated now
I will do no such thing
As to hide what I′m saying
Hear the strings play it

Here's to the feeling of failure
Ah, the rush when you made a fool or yourself
The liberating fresh scent of failure
It′s a big fuck off sign to yourself