if you hear, my dear; the world is ending the next year
and we should spend it all before
when we wake up on Mondays
we should sleep it over to Fridays
weekends are all we’re hoping for
here we swear to bear each other there where everybody needs mouth-to-mouth care.
if you hear, my dear; the world hasn’t ended the last year
and we have spent it all before
when it rains on Tuesdays
let’s sleep it over to Thursdays
let’s not be bored
here we swear to bear each other there where everybody licks their own despair.
“iya-iyain aja deh ya. masih pagi, udah nulis ga jelas. gatau juga ini bener apa engga inggrisnya. maklum, lebih sering belajar bahasa hati daripada bahasa inggris. ah tunggu, masih ada yang mau saya tulis. tapi ini ga nyambung sama yang tadi. tapi gapapa lah ya, daripada menuh-menuhin postingan. so, ya!” i speak to myself. i speak to myself because i have nobody to talk to right now. and that’s why i write. hoping someday you’ll realize that i want to talk about everything with you. but i bet you won’t even read this. so ya, umm, nothing.
we’ve touched, we’ve stared
we’ve wanted to be amazed (maybe)
but nothing ever smells forever
who knows, you’re already forget my name
who knows, i annoy you
but nothing ever smells forever
6.34 am.
