one single person standing|
on the asphalt
as if it didn't matter.
hey, remember that day
where we rode the city bus together
and we would always hold our palms against each other's
and yours would always be so much larger
then we'd clasp them together
and be like that for the whole ride
while watching the streets blur past
we all try so hard to be different
we end up the same way we started
i don't even get why they try.
we're all the same.
we all desire.
everything should be made out of denim.
you know what would be funny?
if our flag was made out of denim.
yeah, but then it'd be blue.
they could make coloured denim.
those shoes? they should be made out of denim.
you're walking too slow.
hurry up, a senior could walk faster than you.
we kept stepping on her heels by accident.
a statement, not a question
like, "you cold?"
but, "you're cold."
so we stood, huddled
my head on your chest
face turned away
staring at the weirdos who talked to themselves
unaware of the people around them.
we later found out he had one of those motorola blue mobile talk/instant messengers, and had an earphone in his ear with a mic on it, talking to a friend.
he really did look a bit insane or high though.
i guess i do too.
i offered you a chocolate cupcake, but you wrinkled your nose and refused.
you referred to the icing covered hand
as "the sticky hand"
but you held it anyway.
and so now
this is loneliness.
there is no holiness in the world.
hey, remember when i climbed the roof of some building, and couldn't get down
and you were there
you were there, hands carefully drawn around my legs
bringing me down.
the moon sucks. the sun is much better. we can all live without the moon. maybe but out the stars and keep those.
Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien