I have the same hoodie on every day, make music but every melody sounds like the last one. No desire to function, but I pull myself together. And somehow it works, but then they look at me again. Your white Hermes, which you probably don't miss. Your white Hermes, because you're already completely different. Why don't I throw it away, your old Hermes? While you're already carrying your heart behind another. Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Everyone goes out again into the night, but I prefer to stay inside. I stay in my bed for seven days, just like Marilyn earlier. I stay away from every place where I can meet you. And I feel better again, but then they look at me again. Your white armpits, which you probably don't miss. Your white armpits, because you're already quite good. Why don't I throw them away, your old armpits? While you're already carrying a heart, a request behind it. Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh