I'm not here
Instead, I'm alone
The soothing tides
The guilt bore none
And now I've heard
You're living the good life
In Tokyo
Without the shore
So I walked down
And picked up a good shell
All ruffle shaped
And shinier
Than promises
We made in our young lives
So now I throw
To find the peace of mind
How is it there?
More variety in the Pocky?
Elaborate stairs
That play sweet notes
I've never spent
A Saturday in the subway
But when I do
I'll think of you