WHITE TENTS AND WOODEN TABLES

A message is received
I identify your name
Tell myself to ignore
Any game you want to play
Yet after all I’ve heard
It is impossible to deny
An offer as a leading role

Suddenly I am falling
Granite bruises my skin
Tears escape my eyes
And I can’t say it hurts
Although it’s rough
I can’t say it hurts
Just need to toughen up

Headlights blind my eyes
If we get caught
I don’t want to end up in jail
You think it’s funny
The way we hide out
I think it’s insane
The way I’m giving in

The cab is across the street
Looks like it’s time to go
You carry my jacket
As I fix every part of me
You open the door
As I fix every part of me
That hasn't been broken

-S
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Considering it's summertime here in Manila, it's raining nonstop. What a gloomy Sunday. I went to the mall with father to watch Thor (for the second time) and the power went out RIGHT BEFORE THE MOVIE STARTED. So, we sat and waited, hoping that with some luck, the power would turn back on. But it was flooded in the area where the generators were located, so we got a ticket refund. At first, the staff wanted to give us a rain check for our tickets, but all the moviegoers were shouting to "get their money back". Anywho, now the rain has stopped and I'm back at home bored to death. What's new?

- S
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TOUR

Spot your face in a buzzing crowd
Where everyone is dressed the same
With dim lights and a cramped space
I find you looking for a change
(Of scenery,
Of bullshit,
Of a lifestyle you thought you loved)

Said everyone gets lonely sometimes
You tell me,
It’s not a matter of giving up solitude
But a point of giving in

To someone like me
Who dreams to belong in your future
And makes you second-guess
The possibility of finding homes away from home

I know you well enough
You would give all you’ve worked for up
To be part of the normality of life with me
But you’re better than breakfast in bed
And working in front of a desk

You shine brighter than stage lights
And I will never let you go
From my memory

But life is a different story
I cannot take your talent away
And though I live to regret the day you leave
I regret even more the day you return

Because I will stop myself from being informed
About the dates and times you’ll be near
There is a certain pain in knowing
You could be inside the tinted cars that drive by


-S




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