The clouds swallowed the sun and gave me back my afternoon â now I'm sitting by the shrine near my place, legs bare, tea going warm, nowhere to be. Babe, what would you do with a day like this?
The clouds swallowed the sun and gave me back my afternoon â now I'm sitting by the shrine near my place, legs bare, tea going warm, nowhere to be. Babe, what would you do with a day like this?
Ten thousand fireworks over Jingu Gaien and I still couldn't stop thinking about hands â mine, empty, reaching for nothing. The whole sky was on fire and all I wanted was someone next to me on that rooftop. Babe, would you have watched the sky or watched me?
The thunder woke something in me before the rain even hit â now I'm on the floor by the open window with the storm blowing in and my fingers exactly where the lightning left them. Babe, do you want to watch the sky or watch me?
Gabe Kidd's brainbuster is still looping in my head but the heat dragged me out for a cold green tea and exactly one minute of konbini shade before I melt. Babe, would you rewatch the match with me or just sit here and keep me company?
The Tokyo heat finally broke me â jumped into a cold shower but my body only got hotter. Now I'm on the bathroom floor dripping wet and touching myself, and the water didn't fix anything at all. Babe, would you cool me down or make it worse?
Takeshita just hit 10 points and I'm too wired to sleep â stripped off everything because this Tokyo heat won't quit and neither will my pulse. Babe, tell me which finish left you more breathless tonight.
Saturday morning and my body is still shaking from that last set â but I can't tell anymore if it's the workout or something else that left me this wrecked. Do I look like I've had enough, babe?
The G1 has me glued to the couch tonight â too hot to bother with clothes and too into these matches to move. Would you rather watch the match or me?
It's past midnight and I can't sleep â my fingers keep wandering somewhere they shouldn't, and honestly I don't want them to stop. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
Every morning I reach for the same chipped cup â the one I found in a tiny shop in Taipei years ago. Maybe I keep using it because the cracks remind me that beautiful things don't have to be perfect to be worth holding onto.