Better

The best way to end a breakdown
Is with a faint second line.
The best way to start tomorrow
Is to know you’ll probably die.

I know it sounds cavalier
Or “brave”
If you’re being condescending.
But that is how that day went
That end was the beginning.

I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time
You just got to keep at it
Move to that shit in time.
I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time.
You just got to keep at it
Move to that shit in time.

You have a habit of hoarding.
Obsessed with holding on.
You’re no stranger to things falling apart–
A gallery of catastrophes in motion.

You decorate your life with tragedies
Because the jagged edges cling more.
You’re a kaleidoscope of broken pieces
More beautiful than anything before.

I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time
You just got to keep at it
Move to that shit in time.
I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time.
You just got to keep at it
Move to that shit in time.

Who’s afraid of dying
When the real horror is being alone?
What’s so terrible about being lonely
When you can’t take anyone when you’re gone?

You fooled yourself into thinking
That joy is something you can hold
When you realize it’s fleeting
That’s when life begins to unfold.

I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time
You just got to keep at it
Move to that shit in time.
I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time.
You just got to keep at it
Move to that shit in time.

Time goes by and you’ll find
That all that chasing is for nothing
You’ll make it out in your mind
That life isn’t about taking.

Time does not heal all wounds
It just latches on to pain so you don’t have to carry it along.
Days are miles that just keep moving.
And before you know it, this pain is so far away it’s gone.

I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time
You just got to keep at it
Move to that shit in time.
I want to tell you it gets better,
Better in time.
But I know that that’s a lie.
Because “it” doesn’t get better
“You” do.
You’re gonna be better
Better in time.

Munggo

Wala sa mga balahibo
Sa batok kong
Naghuhumindig
Sa bawat haplos mo
Ang dahilan ng aking pag-inog
Sa kalawakan
Ng aking higaan.

Wala rin sa pabulong nguni’t
Mabilis na huni ng orasan
(Ang oras natin)
Ang saglit na tumitiktak
Ay nagiging takatak-takatak
Na parang kabayong
Kumakarera sa himpapawid
Di dapat marinig
Nguni’t yumayanig
Sa pusong pumipintig.

Wala sa lamlam
Ng alas-singko nang umagang
Ginising ako ng ulam ng kapitbahay
At ang bisig mong nakadantay
Ay nagsimulang magpawis
Na para bang mga halik sa aking kutis.

O sa amoy ng araw
Sa’yong bumbunan nang magising ka
At biglang matantong nakatulog ka
Na naman
Nang di sinasadya–

Sapagka’t ‘di mo ako
Kayang malisan,
Gayung ako’y hubad na munggong
Nagsusumamo sa lupa ng yakap mo,
Na umuusbong kinabukasan
At nagiging punla.

Dahil namulat ka
At nahuli ang sariling
Naliligaw.
Tumubo ang damdamin
Na parang damong-ligaw
Binungkal mong agad-agad
Gaya ng pagsinop mo
Sa mga pinaghubaran nating
Nagkalat sa lapag.

Dahil ako’y lulong sa sakit
Na pinilit
Nang umalis kang bigla
Sa pagkakadikit
Pinaniwala ang sariling
Nag-iwan ka ng pait.




(Salin mula sa wikang Ingles: Beans)