How many grocery bags of vomit again last night, dear?
And was I on the phone with some guy?
Had I invited everyone around to join us?
And were you left until morning to entertain the friends I forced to come?
I remember looking at a college boy across our table,
I remember thinking he was good looking
You were beside me, and I was looking at him
Sleep is my friend, darling, sleep is my savior.
That toxic mix of sadness, rage, and alcohol again, love?
Did I, oh did I, pour out all my "artistic" ravings on you again?
And were you just there, listening, looking at me,
Trying as much as you could to understand . . .
I am so sorry, sweetheart,
I am most dumb sober,
And my pride won't let me accept the mediocrity of the sane,
Normalcy is death to me.
But this, keep in your heart,
I am yours more than anything or anybody else's.
Ngan hangtod san-o ko ikaw hihigugmaon?
Hangtod an mga kamote tuboan nala hin liso.
