The blame for not talking lies on both of us
But somehow, somehow
We’ve come this far
Left behind in the car window, a somewhat pinkish hue
My roller coaster has a 20-minute line
My cheap strides are diagonally behind
What do I hope for?
I can’t bring it to an end
But “Enough for me”
Even vague and sweet ketchup
Is fine occasionally
Maybe we’re not blending well
Can’t go back to how it used to be
Maybe we haven’t met
It’s okay if we just eat it as is
ah ah turntable
ah ah uh uh
ah ah turntable
ah ah uh uh
The accumulating affection is a spiral
“Hey, and then…”
Oh, yeah, I don’t want to hear nagging
Left behind uneaten, fish and chips
My turn for the roller coaster is almost here
Ms. Cheezy made me feel right
Neglected days
What do I hope for?
Can’t warm it up
But “Enough for u”
Even cold and painful ketchup
It would be good if it disappeared
Maybe we’re not blending well
Can’t go back to how it used to be
Maybe we haven’t met
It’s okay if we just eat it as is
ah ah turntable
ah ah uh uh
ah ah turntable
ah ah uh uh
There’s no entanglement between us two
Can’t go back to how it used to be
No bitterness between us
It’s okay if we just keep going in circles