loved ones of january ’26

i feel like typing the lyrics of the song i’m listening to
like im back to being 14 and careless
like i think i know what hallelujah is about,
like when i started squinting my eyes as i was biking while listening to “copenhagen”, so the traffic lights would turn blurred and magical,
as he sang the long note –
returning from a high school party,
not old enough to find a club or probably too scared,
happily quoting anything i felt,
everything i thought i heard and loved,
du er kun alt jeg har –
i’m back in a suburb of copenhagen,
a suburb before i knew that word,
before i knew about picket fences,
before i knew what songs were about but felt it all the same,
i felt it all the same,
og dine øjne,
lyser mig hjem når jeg får nok –
back to when all i had were people i loved and a feeling that something was about to happen,
i didn’t know how right i was but i felt it all the same,
på at male mine sorte

fortæl dem jeg ikke venter mere
tell them i won’t be waiting anymore