Les rues

Les rues s'allongent,
et moi je baille, je baille,
Les rues s'allongent,
et moi je raille, je raille.

Les feux qui bougent,
et moi je nage, nage.
Il y'a du mouvement,
et moi je reste las.

Je vois mon reflet,
il me fixe par la vitre, immobile,
les silhouettes passent sur moi.

Il y a ce dos qui s'éloigne et qui me laisse derrière,
ce va et viens qui reste,
et cette détresse dans le regard.

ça tourne dans ma tête,
vertige et sirènes d'urgence.
Leurs destinations si vaines,
ce qu'ils ne savent pas c'est que j'y suis déjà allé. 

Birthday girl

Hey you, you had a private booking for a table at the restaurant, your order food, drinks for your birthday and by mistake the waiter forgot to put through two of the steaks and understood you wanted your starters all together with the meal.

When you realize this is wrong, that makes you mad, like really, you go and talk to the manager and try to scrap every possible reduction on your little party.
It's so sad to ear your friends having a good time at the end of the table a see you just grumpy for pieces of meat. Maybe you can all just share the food on the table until the last two steaks arrive.

But no, you are gonna focus on what's wrong, what something the waiter apologized many times with you not even giving him a simple smile or an understanding look.
No, you are the princess and tonight your sweet thirteen is not great.

Maybe the reason is you and your very superficial mind, the things you focus on and that really mater, like friends and a good time.

Fucking L.