Not even space to walk into this room
I can’t even clean it
The bills keep piling up. No love, no money
The stage curtains are closing
I can’t even throw away the garbage
I don’t remember anything. Who are you? I have messed with alcohol
How many times have I gotten my hands dirty for this terrible low-life living
I am deceiving myself; sins keep piling up
I am so groggy
My head is malfunctioning
I can’t take even do the normal things
Make a hole in the wall
Disgraceful naive me
A plastic cable
A disregarded cardboard box
I don’t feel like eating anything
Nothing at all
I want to do something but I really can’t
I can’t fit in everywhere
The weekend passes by in two seconds
I want to get involved in this world
No more sleeping with the washing machine on
A tiny tatami room life
It’s okay to be hated
It’s hard to accept your feelings
Walk at your own pace
Get fake new documents and hide
The lowest of the lowest, the best
Repeatedly going back and forth
Thousands of thousands of times
Getting to know loneliness
While I want to be respectful
I want to be comfortable
Although I love you
I hate you the same
The heart of a despiteful person
Shapeless and torn apart
All the same, let’s go to work
Open a highball can so you can forget
Just wander
No more productivity
Oh, yes, that’s it!
I live for money
Oh, yes, that’s it!
I’m making my living by selling my time
Ragged sheets and a jersey
A refrigerator full of dust
I want to live just being myself
Work, love, life
Everything is just wasteful
I can’t fit in everywhere
The weekend passes by in two seconds
I want to get involved in this world
No more sleeping with the washing machine on
A tiny tatami room life
It’s okay to be hated
It’s hard to accept your feelings
Walk at your own pace
Get fake new documents and hide
The lowest of the lowest, the best
Repeatedly going back and forth
Thousands of thousands of times
Getting to know loneliness