Ah? Huh? Ahh.,
Can’t rely on promises
Depends on how things are shared in the moment
A glass with rum raisin
A hummed tune, deemed annoying
By the type of girl I try to avoid
A weeping Byakkotai
A record not yet tinged with age
So I colored it with caramel and held it tight
It was like forcing a song about a loathed habit
But before I knew it, the sounds became rock ‘n’ roll and I ended up liking it
Together with the not so trivial green twilight,
They expressed idiotic contempt for one another, then joined hands
I want to grow up and experience
A place of mutual approval
No matter the space or time,
Even for my sorrows with no outlet
But until I fully embrace that view
I want to be a child, and experience
That experiences not had in the moment are so fleeting
Just before their forgettable farewells
When I sink into silence
There is only a purposeless distance
A discomforting impatience
As the discomfort becomes more acute
I want to grow up and experience
A place of mutual approval
No matter the space or time,
Even for my sorrows with no outlet
But until I fully embrace that view
I want to be a child, and experience
That experiences not had in the moment are so fleeting
Just before their forgettable farewells
What should I do?
I try to sing
From a place of positivity
I desperately roll on the floor, laughing
Never realizing how annoying it is
I intentionally, rather deliberately want to be left alone
What should I do?
I try to sing
From a place of positivity
I desperately roll on the floor, laughing
Never realizing how annoying it is
Trying to show everyone
That I intentionally, rather deliberately want to be left alone
Losing my temper, I pretend to sleep
Losing my temper, I pretend to temper a plan
Losing my temper, I pretend to sleep
Losing my temper, I pretend to temper a plan
Losing my temper, I pretend to sleep
Losing my temper, I pretend to temper a plan
Losing my temper, I pretend to sleep
Losing my temper, I pretend to temper a plan
What should I do?