Are you only gonna realize after losing absolutely everything?
As you sway along on the Keiou Line, Sunday’s evening rain brings you,
Toward the final destination of how it feels to seduce.
Good bye! Invisible rain bleeds upon Tokyo.
Good bye! ‘Cause there’s no meaning in this devolving melody.
Half convinced, half in doubt – are you gonna decide by majority rule?
If it’s all mostly shit anyway…
You can go ahead and distract from the real problem,
‘Cause it never has a thing to do with you anyway!
Good bye! Unvanishing scars raise your experience.
Good bye! ‘Cause money that never increases is my appraised value.
It’s your restart!
You’re half assed;
The epitome of having no plan;
Even if you scream in protest, your voice won’t ever be heard…
Hair let down, as you rub your dry eyes, you’re “staring down” your life line;
You’ll never go back to the voice you had before your pubic hair came in!
I mean, no shit, right?! Unwilting flowers color the city throughout.
“Good bye”! – Unable to say it, you just laughed again and again.
It’s your restarting!
Good bye! You were laughing…
So laugh and say, “Bye bye”!