My mind is crowded with ’90s tunes,
My brain cells feel like dried-up prunes.
When I woke up, it was 2:00,
I was reminded of someone’s face—not new.
I couldn’t recollect who,
And even if I do,
I’ll pretend it wasn’t you.
Sleeping inside a nightmarish room
Felt like soaring through an afternoon with no moon.
All I need is the cold showers of monsoon
To escape from memories that
Pierce me like a harpoon.
I want to take a stroll on the shores of the Caribbean Sea,
Holding a bottle of Bacardi to set my thoughts free—
Love and liquor feel quite the same to me.
Time to wake up
Before my feelings blow up.
Unfinished dishes in the sink,
Fake scenarios are all I can think.
I don’t know which one to clean first.
Too many painful thoughts
Breaking my heart,
Smiling even when it hurts.
My head is too noisy—
Just like
A rock metal concert.
Songs push me to take a trip down memory lane,
The past always makes me reach out for a pack of smokes.
Tar-filled lungs,
Nicotine stains all over my tongue.
I am okay as long as my feelings have gone numb.
At times, I wonder—
Why was I moving closer to a place
Where I don’t belong?
It felt like writing feel-good lyrics
For a heartbreak song.