Parodes & the Maps Orchestra

Pen Pal.

Please find enclosed my entire Nobblet collection,
As a sign of my forgiveness.
When I received your book the emotions inside my brain felt like they were in a tumble dryer,
Smashing into mess.

The hurt felt like when I accidentally stapled my lips together very sly.
The reason I forgive you is because you are not perfect.
You are imperfect and so am I.

Dr Hazelhof said if I was on a desert island, I would have to get used to my own company.
Just me and the coconuts without any call.
He said I would have to accept myself and that we don’t get to choose our warts at all.
They are a part of us, and we have to live with them, you shall.

My doctor also said that everyone’s lives are like a long sidewalk.
Mine have cracks, banana skins and also lots of smoke.
Yours is probably does not consist of many cracks as mine.
Some sidewalks are hopefully can shine.
I hope one day our sidewalks will meet,
and we can share a can of condensed milk.

We can, however, choose our friends, and I am glad I've chosen you.
Pen pal, remember
You're my best friend.

You are my only friend.

The Dhani song

Look at yourself you're so damn vain
You better don't be on my way
The only question I've got
Is where's your vicious brain?

In my dreams you burn in hell
For all this things you did or said
Someone will treat you well
I'm living for my daydream

I don't need your words
Don't you know I'm a walking disaster
So when you're getting closer
You're making my life exhausting

Your thoughts are kinda absurd
Stay silent near with me
And if you only could assume
all the problems you have made
Then you'll see something more than just your shade

And here's the Dhani song to you
For all the stupid things you've done
For all the stupid words you've said
Maybe I'm a lonesome
But you'll never make me sad

Anymore…