here i am, again,
alone in this spot at toni jack's sarinah.
it's 1 in the morning and i'm still drinking my milo slowly,
sitting quietly, listening to chatters that is so random,
that it doesnt sounds like a verb anymore.
freak, i know.
melancholic, baby i know.
but, if you think about it,
for someone like me, who scared of tomorrow
this place's the only one that cheers me up the most.
you know, hearing the random voices,
watching everyone i didnt know,
gazing car lights from the big streets that never sleeps.
cause if you think about it,
when everything around you are moving so fast,
that's your cue to stop doing anything,
and enjoy the moment of yourself,
without thinking about tomorrow, or well, maybe the next morning.