i've switched my dreams with reality
now during the day i dance with flying carp
and eat green tea ice-cream cake from the ceiling
and memorize the curves from your face and wait, wait
for a kiss that will never come.
now at night I'm late to class and trying to eat food with chopsticks
and speaking half-wit japanese and going to the doctors
and picking out drapes for my windows and posters for my wall
in the night i'm lucky enough not to remember your face at all.