Have you gotten sick of them?
Of these days of hanging out with me
Have you gotten tired of them?
In these days in which it feels like no arrangement will work
I wonder if you’ve gotten bored and sick of them
What time are you coming home today?
Have you gotten sick of them?
All these pointlessly early wake up times of mine and my bed head
Have I gotten annoying?
With my hair which I haven’t even arranged in any way
I wonder if you’ve gotten sick of it the way it clumps up
Girls are so difficult
I was a bit too overconfident with all of the fun I was having everyday, wasn’t I
I was floating in the sea of happiness a bit too much
The number 5 delivery box
Locked up with the usual PIN
Holds the memories of our time together
That delivery box won’t open
I’ve closed it tightly
And it won’t open easily again
Did you hate it?
The taste of the breakfast I made
Have you gotten tired of it?
Because I didn’t arrange it in any way
I wonder if you’ve gotten sick of your stomach hurting
Today we’re having curry rice
I tried looking up the flavor of happiness
But it seems each ingredient has its own different measurements
The number 2 delivery box
Locked in a room that’s smaller than usual
Are traces of you
That delivery box won’t open
You’ve closed it tightly
And that heart of yours won’t open easily again
Before we knew it, our passwords were lost
Along with any correspondence or reply
Now that this room has fallen quiet
It’s nothing but a box filled with the love we had
The number 5 delivery box
Locked up with the usual PIN
Holds the memories of our time together
That delivery box won’t open
I’ve closed it tightly
And it won’t open easily again