Based on Romania 2003
Nicola — Don't Break My Heart
Did you ever board a big public bus?
Twice a day for nearly each and every day and night.
“Didn’t mean to pry but do you know what’s the next stop?”
“See the fuckin’ chart! I have my earbuds on.”
Swear that wasn’t me, just some huge jackass.
Serving small dick energy that cannot be bypassed.
And that lady wastes a seat for her enormous bag.
I just hate this bus, turns out I’m gonna cry.
Walking is too far, taxi not cheap.
Carpool not for me, I cannot skate.
I never learnt to drive,
cause I find it way too scary.
Writing all these off, I’m left with the bus.
Maybe in some years metro, it takes time to construct.
Freezing or too hot I still stand on that same bus stop.
One year of my life in combined waiting time.
Giving my seat to all the elderly.
In the meantime, wondering just why they’re on the bus.
I respect that they got chores, like going to the bank,
but it’s 6 a.m. stores are not open yet.
Gen Z is way too loud, speaking in slang.
“Low-key, no cap, it’s giving sus”
I turn my Tetris on,
cannot comprehend the sayings.
Feeling all alone in these days.
Driver brakes abrupt, as I fall to the ground.
People staring right at me, face coloured with disgust.
Then like a rom-com you came and lifted me back up.
“Hi, my name is Bart.” Oh, you had me at hi.
Turns out you were there, sharing the same bus.
You were way too shy to come engage in a small talk.
Picking me up changed our fates, love works in ways like that.
Till death do us part, this is how I complete
our wedding vows.