You give me bits and pieces
you tryna blame me when I don't even know the reason
I think It's Just the season,
maybe the month,
maybe the building
Now tell me what's the reason?
Stupid yo?
Looks are deceiving
so,cut the the crying,
cut the coughing,
cut the wheezing,Boy
Quit the blaming,
cut the naming,
cut the sleeping,Boy
I think you need some prayer,
Better call the deacon,Boy,
so, get your act right, Boy
or else we won't be speaking, Boy
so,what's it gonna be?
Freaky Freaky ...me and you?
or is it gonna be who blames who?
I'm tired of these things,
I'm tired of these scars
I'm think I'm gonna get me a drink,
I'll call you tomorrow


*quoted from aaliyah's we need a resolution, with little modification*

so, Boy .. do we need a resolution...??

terpana..
apa yang salah disini?
mengapa aku merasa seperti ini?

mengapa setiap kata - kata yang kau tuliskan membuat perasaan - perasaan aneh itu muncul.
aku tidak tau apa sebabnya
mengapa gerombolan perasaan itu mendatangiku
mereka datang berbondong - bondong dan tak satupun dari mereka yang aku kenali.
siapa mereka?
ku rasa aku cukup melimpah dengan berbagai macam perasaan,
benci? kasih? malu? keberanian? semua ku miliki.
bahkan bimbang, ragu, gundah pun ku punya.

tetapi ..
saat gerombolan perasaan itu mendekapku, semua terasa berbeda
ku merasa hilang sekaligus seperti terlahir kembali

ku menikmati sensasi itu, walaupun rasa takut senantiasa mendampingi.

apa yang kau lakukan?
mengapa kalimat demi kalimat yang kau rangkai, kata demi kata yang kau untai, huruf demi huruf yang kau bingkai membuat ku merasa seperti ini?
apakah memang mereka mampu berbuat seperti itu atau kah karena mereka dilahirkan olehmu?

tolong aku.. jangan biarkan mereka pergi
tetapi jaga aku jangan sampai mengenal mereka...
biarkan mereka menjadi perasaan asing bagi ku.

tolonglah..
aku jatuh cinta pada mereka ..
huruf - huruf yang kau bingkai
kata - kata yang kau untai
kalimat - kalimat yang kau rangkai

aku jatuh cinta pada apa yang kau tulis..

A dead loss, no songs
No fun, just glum
Lying next to someone
Don't mention the War
So don't question where we stand
Or where we fall
North, South, East where's best
If I head left
It turns out directionless
And needle point aside
I always find
Embroidery leaves me blind
'Cos I'm not too weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best is close to ideal
What fools boredom breeds
So much to do
So many goldfish to feed
And paracetamol
I take them all
They line my stomach wall
With customary thirst
I search a water glass
But gin hits first
Oh don't believe the hype
Expectancy will always spoil a party
It's tourniquet by crochet
My waters break
Don't drive for pity's sake
'Cos I'm to weary to rest
Since I noticed
Coming second best
Is close to ideal

-catatonia-