We Don't Talk About Jasmine

We don't talk about Jasmine, no, nothin'

We don't talk about Jasmine, but

It was my FC day (It was our FC day)

We were getting ready and there wasn't a thing that delayed (Not a thing that would delay)

Jasmine stays clean with no words to give in (Silence!)

You telling this story, or am I?

I'm sorry, *kaklase*, go on.

Jasmine says nothing, it's pain (Why are they quiet?)

In doing so, I go insane (Aleeza, go and say it)

FC with no sounds, just plain (What a joyous day, but anyway)

We don't talk about Jasmine, no, nothin'

We don't talk about Jasmine (Hey)

Grew to live in fear of Jasmine stuttering or screaming

I can always hear them sort of penpushing and weeping

I associate them with the sound of falling scores (*paper rustles*, *paper crumbles*, *table thumps*)

It's a heavy test with the reqs mood killing

Always left the batch and their classmates fumbling

Grappling with formulas—their meaning they don't know

Do you know this though?

Seven times five, that's the number of dead lives

When they're passing by, you're gonna go "bye-bye"

Yeah, they bring calamities and feast on your sanity

We don't talk about Jasmine, no, nothin'

We don't talk about Jasmine

They said, "go to the graveyard, we died"

Like, what is their deal? (No, no)

"Hundred million one's divisible by

Seventeen", and it's real (No, no)

They tried to mystify, I'm just a guy

My head needs to heal (No, no)

All they do is playing with what you feel

They told me that I'd chase my own dreams

In a special school just like Pisay

They told me that my knowledge would grow

And so peace would be finally mine (Oya, this is the Jasmine's way)

They told me that they're not what they seem

Contact with them's nothing

Pick a section, another

It's like they're not here now

Hey pres,

They won't peep a single sound too

(It's like they can't speak now, but I hear them now)

Umm, Jasmine

Yeah, all about Jasmine

I really need to wake up Jasmine

Please just say one word now, Jasmine

(***HOY, MGA BAYOT, THE TEACHER'S HERE!!!***)

(Time for synch)

It was my FC day; we were getting ready (It was our FC day) [Grew to live in fear of Jasmine stuttering or screaming; I can always hear them sort of penpushing and weeping] {Seven times five, that's the number of dead lives} <They told me that I'd chase my own dreams>

And there wasn't a thing that delayed (Not a thing that would delay) [I associate them with the sound of falling scores; *paper rustles*, *paper crumbles*, *table thumps*] {When they're passing by, you're gonna go "bye-bye"} <In a special school just like Pisay>

Jasmine stays clean with no words to give in (Silence!) [It's a heavy test with the reqs mood killing; always left the batch and their classmates fumbling] {Yeah, they bring calamities and feast on your sanity} <They told me that my knowledge would grow>

You telling this story, or am I? (I'm sorry, *kaklase*, go on.) [Grappling with formulas—their meaning they don't know; do you know this though?] <And so peace would be finally mine>

Oya, this is the Jasmine's way

Jasmine says nothing, it's pain (Why are they quiet?) [They told me that they're not what they seem] {Seven times five, that's the number of dead lives} <They told me that I'd chase my own dreams>

In doing so, I go insane (Aleeza, go and say it) [Contact with them's nothing; pick a section, another, another] {When they're passing by, you're gonna go "bye-bye"} <In a special school just like Pisay>

FC with no sounds, just plain (What a joyous day, but anyway) [And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'll be fine] {Yeah, they bring calamities and feast on your sanity} <And I'm fine, and I'm fine, and I'm fine, I'm fine>

They're here

Don't talk about Jasmine, nothin' (Why did I talk about Jasmine?)

Not a word came from Jasmine (I never shoulda brought up Jasmine)