all i want is my radio:
good enough is home on a friday night, dinner of self-made pasta & then quiet kretek out my window. feet up lazy laptop humming all those sad songs
good enough is turning down a invite to yet another classy chickclubbar through txt, quite honestly saying i've got better things to do, writing yet another dead poem
what i do want to do is screaming ride a bicycle through night-ateneo
is it raining yet?
he spoke in a voice i know
a sound like sand when th tide is low
we kissed to his voice every night
paved in pale reactor light
stars - my radio (am mix)
i hope i don't like you/i hope it happens again
good enough is turning down a invite to yet another classy chickclubbar through txt, quite honestly saying i've got better things to do, writing yet another dead poem
what i do want to do is screaming ride a bicycle through night-ateneo
is it raining yet?
he spoke in a voice i know
a sound like sand when th tide is low
we kissed to his voice every night
paved in pale reactor light
stars - my radio (am mix)
i hope i don't like you/i hope it happens again