screw coherence

i begin my tour of camiguin with the sight of you but you were all pressed to leave with people i hardly knew. and i never had the guts to approach you or make known to you that i was there a few feet from you. i'm sure you won't believe this but i sure was there on a pink polo shirt and blue board shorts and nothing else but my glasses. it sure is hard to restart what we never choose to end. you said it yourself, we always catch ourselves at the most unexpected places and knowing that somehow gave me the urge to greet you and say hi. but not a hi, probably 'cause we'd catch ourselves again anyway. probably 'cause you looked all too amused with the people you were with and i could not just disrupt that. probably 'cause it was all a mistake to begin with. my bad.

i'm sure too that you will never get to read this ever.
but this ain't just for you. it's for me too.
and that i may have the guts to at least say hi the next time.
but i'm happy you're happy
and i'm happy i'm happy
and i know
you're happy i'm happy.

these islands are our witness
these islands are the cause.