Hometown

I see it was mid-July when you were with your friends laughing at the lame jokes that they made 

I see it was my rooftop where you were telling me the trendy pickup lines, hoping I'd be impressed. 

You said you dream like a child, you'd be a writer or a sorcerer but never a heartbreaker 

I hear you mentioning me as a special someone who helped you be who you are today in your speeches 

The days I wrote about on my diary pages and the face I can't forget about even in a hundred ages.

It's bittersweet how the nicknames that you always hated become the name you want to be called by again 

It's bittersweet how your brand-new car replaced the subway where you always hated to wait for the crowded train 

I read articles about a man who says with a smile on his face that misses his hometown 

I see a man attending inauguration parties thinking about when it will be his turn to wear the crown.

I see it was mid September, we were standing in the park when you said “ This is something I'll always remember.”

I see it was the voice in your head that must've said “You'd be a real less of a man if you forget her.”

I guess you scrolled through my page, thinking it was

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just the same, with no such change, but something did change 

I guess you saw the house I bought while smiling at the nameplate hoping for a coincidence at the front gate 

My mum still remembers you as the 19-year-old boy who ran for his life when he saw my dad 

My dad still remembers you as the boy who had dreams in his eyes, well he's also proud of the excuses the boy had.

From receiving the very first wish to delayed delivery boxes with my name on it 

From playing the lead to the side role with no dialogues in the greatest skits.

It's bittersweet how I have to wonder about what can happen when we see each other again 

I still remember the 19-year-old boy who was scared of leaving many things behind 

It's bittersweet how you crave to find the simplicity of enjoying the summer rain.

I see a man attending inauguration parties thinking about when it will be his turn to wear the crown.

The crown lies right here in that old lane, come back again 

Things changed and the memories got old and the place he grew up in always waited for him to come back again

It's bittersweet how I read articles about a man who says with a smile on his face that misses his hometown.