January 18, 2007 • 7:01 pm
Tell me how brief our four years was
and i’ll show you a maze of our memories
A scene will start to fade into view:
You and I, boarding a bus towards nowhere/without a clue
Remember the chill of the air from outside,
the juddering motion as we sped through the night,
the graffiti scrawled on the seat,
and our tickets jammed in our fingertips
Yes, we’re passengers in this bus called love
sitting side by side
Yes, we’re passengers in this fleeting lull
Holding hands while making love
closer together
partners and lovers
Yes, we’re passengers
As the bus speeds through the night
Filed under: flash
January 10, 2007 • 1:13 am
From 23 by Jimmy Eat World
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
(We’re) still driving away
And I’m sorry every day
I won’t always love these selfish things
I won’t always live
Not stopping
It was (your) turn to decide
(You) knew this was (not) our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you
(We)’ll sit alone forever
If (we) wait for the right time
What are (you) hoping for?
I’m here I’m now I’m ready
Holding on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine
Amazing still it seems
(Remember 30)
I won’t always love what I’ll never have
I won’t always live in my regrets
(We)’ll sit alone forever
If (we) wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I’m here I’m now I’m ready
Holding on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine
(We)’ll sit alone forever
If (we) wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I’m here I’m now I’m ready
Holding on tight
Don’t give away the end
The one thing that stays mine
Filed under: flash
January 5, 2007 • 6:54 pm
Ilang mga linyang naisip ko after ‘the incident.’ Sabay-sabay na lumabas ang mga linya. Di ko malaman kung paano tatapusin bawat isa.
(Untitled)
The air I breathe is pain
Being with you is a lie
Can you see him when i kiss your lips
Can you see him when i’m standing here
(Untitled)
It’s your hands holding mine,
it’s your laugh that makes me want to cry,
it’s your eyes looking at my weakness,
it’s your name stinging in my chest.
(Untitled)
The fries is cold, and the message has been told
Filed under: flash
