i was doing fine, till you teared.

walking home, it was the best route that he can get.
a place where nothing seemed wrong or anything,
even if there was, bah, just shrug it off.

was just doing fine, great rather, walking the road that he chose,
till that moment when he heard that sob and saw that drop,
and did i tell you how he took the wrong bus that happened to go to your place?

haha. how dumb can he get; can any meter measure? probably just about 6 feet under.


i can tell you the wildest of tales,
but what's the point when its best when i say nothing at all
what hurts the most, ain't being so close,
its that i have to block out thoughts of you so i dont lose my head
and i hope i can be walking away
sometimes it just feels like you're irreplaceable
chu ci zi wai,
it just reminds me of dui ni di yi chi chang qing ge,
and if you're gone,
maybe i can make you banana pancakes and pretend that it's the weekend instead of leaving,
cause i'd love it if you call,
and it'll be really good to hear your voice saying my name,
it makes me weak,
but it's anytime better than being out of my head.