Shimmering neckline, scattering perfume
Have you forgotten? Things you can’t throw away
VVS Baby, I’m A Loser
Girl, what do you think? If you’ve noticed, please tell me
Kiss curl, red lips, escorting the blooming city at 2 AM
Girl, what do you think? If you’ve noticed, please tell me
Only anxiety is seeping out
You Know What?
Started From The Bottom
Still hesitating, glory of ego or bluff
I don’t need honor anymore, I don’t give a damn about status
Show your fangs before living off others’ lives
Let’s Get It Done, there won’t be a second chance, understand
Let’s hold hands so we won’t stumble
Even the residence of these feelings is a filthy city
Sorry for not changing, not being perfect
VVS
Baby, I’m A Loser, flipping the Monopoly
It’s comfortable being murky, Holla
(This is fine, this is good)
You’re late, snoozer, the night without you has come
Surely, the only thing that will decrease is the laundry
There’s no false image, it’s all me
Rumors clinging, let’s slip out of the smoke
Please, stay in this dream that won’t end
A fairy tale with a familiar, awful ending somewhere
Grow up to the point where names aren’t even mentioned, fortunate or unfortunate
Dark emotions pass by, shining brightly enough to not be hidden, just one person
Sometimes I’ve caused trouble, sorry, I still don’t say it until I let go of this hand
Even the words spun with silk threads to avoid hurting
There’s no falsehood, can’t blame it on the unchanging self
VVS
Baby, I’m A Loser, flipping the Monopoly
It’s comfortable being murky, Holla
(This is fine, this is good)
You’re late, snoozer, the night without you has come
Surely, the only thing that will decrease is the laundry
There’s no false image, it’s all me
Rumors clinging, let’s slip out of the smoke
Please, stay in this dream that won’t end
Wanting to be forgiven, wanting to impose only ideals
Wanting to be selfish, you said so too, you too
I’ll become “you”, I’ll breathe again in this filthy city
I’m A Loser, flipping the Monopoly
It’s comfortable being murky, Holla
You’re late, snoozer, the night without you has come
Surely, the only thing that will decrease is the laundry
There’s no false image, it’s all me
Rumors clinging, let’s slip out of the smoke
Please, stay in this dream that won’t end