I’ll die face-down in a tidepool: menthols bravely reached for
Two pairs of half-price Converse in a wagon, a melody smelling of twilight
Now, I’m living like I’m throwing the dice, wondering if there’s any point in smiling wide
No one was interested in that G chord, but you loved it so very much
If even our troublesome hearts will turn to ash someday
Then stuff those petals into a bottle and light it on fire! Right here, right now!
If you wish harder than anyone, then you’ll be able to plunge into the distant thunder
And sing a worthless but tangible birthday song
A dark horse that a stingy face suits, sulking and poking a hole in the wall
The three words I couldn’t say back then, the brass band’s melody
Gloomily affecting nihilism with a clever face, though I wasn’t taking things seriously
No one’s listening to that D chord, but I believed in it even still
The sound of the gun at “ready, go” slipped our ear before we knew it
Touch the depths of hell and break into a sprint! Right away, right now!
If you’re more alone than anyone, then you’ll be more able than anyone to reach someone
And sing an inadequate but tangible birthday song
The screaming voice I abandoned as more than I needed
It assembles nothing but worthless words, lining them up at the flea market again
Made fun of, shamed—where is this place I arrived, at the ends of disgrace?
Again and again, I’ll sing that I can’t go anywhere
That that’s why I want to see you
Right now
If even our troublesome hearts will turn to ash someday
Then stuff those petals into a bottle and light it on fire! Right here, right now!
If you wish harder than anyone, then you’ll be able to plunge into the distant thunder
And sing a worthless but tangible birthday song