Mental Frappuccino (demo)
Takeru Matsunobu
At night
I headed off in haste
To break all the street lamps
You have been walking around the dark
City; I like how silly, sometimes singing, spinning, and skipping, I am
Sensing the air of nonchalance that lets me dance
But you'll be home
Yes you'll be home
Find your window
Well-lit, by which you've been waiting
At dawn
The clowns were being drawn
To be buried by the moths
At noon
I'm caught inside the bump on the road
I'm glaring at the combustion