sanctuary // george joji miller

fifty

George

You know you can make it
But you can't make it alone
You know you can make it
But you can't make it alone

I was playing a demo right out of my iphone's voice memos, thinking if it's something I actually include in the album.

I've been writing letters on the wall
I hope one day you'll see them all
And that you're not alone
I've been playing memories in my mind
Wishing you were there like all the time
So I'm not alone

"So, are you having fun?" She asked me, giving me a hotdog on a stick that she got from one of the booths.

We're still outside but I remembered Sean got a mini recording set up in my hospital room, so I'm already thinking of songs to record.

"Yes I am," I replied shortly, "Actually I need your help."

"Uhuh?"

"Will this be a nice song for an album?"

"A nice what?" Freya asked, more of excitedly blurted out. "A song? Are you planning an album?"

"Oops, the news came out." I joked, "yeah, you know me I have tricks up on my sleeves." I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she shook her head, smiling.

"Motherfucker." She muttered. "Anyways, sure can I listen to it?"

"Gladly." I chuckled, giving her my left earphone, she put it in and I played the next part.

And I'm tired of this madness
Tired of being stranded
I don't wanna be alone
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You know you can make it
But you can't make it alone

"To be honest with you," I started, she immediately turned to me. All of a sudden my tongue got tied, deciding not to continue my next words. "Actually nothing, how was it so far?"

And I'm tired of this madness
Tired of being stranded
I don't wanna be alone

"Speaks to the heart, real." She said with awe written all over her face. "What's this about?"

"Uhm, I don't know, just random 1 am freestyles." I lied, putting up the most believable lie I could think of at that moment. Which I then realized that what I said lowkey made sense.

I do have a lot of shit written on my notesfrom thoughts that usually sprouts around 1-4 am, it's the time of lonely miserable ass people like me, (that's a joke, half) especially when she wasn't around all these months.

I have a lot, trust me.

"You know that's actually a good title," she put her chin in the palm of her hands as she stare at me.

"Which?"

"1 AM FREESTYLE." She repeated. "In caps."

I gave her a few seconds to actually take back what she said, but she indeed looked very serious and firm about what she just said. I burst into laughter.

"You're a weird ass motherfucker," I chuckled, "Alright let's go with that."

Silence wrapped us after, mostly just us enjoying the sound of the people chattering, steps approaching, laughter booming from side to side.