He looked down at me
And I wish his eyes held regret
Or even pity
But the dim gas station lighting
Only revealed boredom

And he said it so easily
Told me we couldn’t be together
The same way he’d say anything else
No stutters, no hesitation 
Just a shrug and a yawn, as he broke down my heart

He stood and stared for a little bit
At my shrunken state
Giving the girl in front of him a little bone, 
He sighed, “Maybe you’ll get another chance in the future,
Heck, you might get a chance tomorrow.”

I wrapped my whole body tightly together as he left
Making up for the lack of warmth

Staring at the back of his neck, getting smaller and smaller
Squeezing my feeble limbs, tighter and tighter
And when my veins were popping out of my skin I realized
There’s no second chance for me,
for it’s already tomorrow.

It’s already tomorrow in Japan.
It’s already tomorrow in Japan and
I haven’t gotten my second chance.
My second chance.
He promised me a second chance.

I giggled to myself at that fact,
I excitedly pulled the knife’s polished handle
Sticking slightly out of my pocket,
Knowing no one is allowed to break a promise. 

My alibi? Simple:
“But it was tomorrow. In Japan, at least.”