The scaffolding is quite old round here
Walk the rope
City below, chin to the sky
Birds around take flight
You and I leave it behind
When push comes to shove I think I'm better on my own
It's nothing personal
Before resentment festers I think last call has sung its last song
自分自身を忘れていた
Not sure where to go from here
人生に圧倒される
真夜中の考えすぎで眠れなくなる
When push comes to shove I think I'm better on my own
It's nothing personal
Before resentment festers I think last call has sung its last song
Dear future me, what will we see?
Dear future me, how will we grow from stone? Living alone?
Lack thereof
Push to shove
Dear future—