the smell of secrets

you never learned to see the sun

you always roamed with eyes wide shut

the kids at school called you chinese

the truth was worse

at least, back then

back there, you yearned

for out of there

the orient

the island beach

slightly cheaper gin

and sex that never happens

from people scared you’ll approach them

you drink and wish to be at work

you barely touch your dinner

the receptionist is worried

by the cadence in her voice

you assure her that you’re tired

and she knows the smell of secrets

and the sweat that you’re producing

oozing ounces of your pride

you forget to flush the toilet

and you haven’t brushed your teeth

you paid several hours of labor

just to sleep abroad, alone

and sometimes you made an effort

you explored the local clubs

and you found a guy to drink with

you unfollow the next day

and they never trust you fully

who’s this guy that's here alone

you explain your whole life story

now they tend to trust you less

so you buy the guy a beer as bribe,

you’ll never meet again

all the best to you and that daughter of yours

I’m glad you play Tekken together