Your song was a textbook
Under the neon lights there was no grading
Peeling nail polish, the one expected doesn’t come
I’m throwing it up and throwing it all away, So stop me, okay?
I loved your lies
The lucky charm I held inside my bag
A rainy wind on a side street, tears will also dry
I can live on however much even without an umbrella
Even if I can’t hear your lies because I am too far away
Two weathers I’m still listening for them
When you become clear and I become soaked
The two of us will drift apart more
Bleach and white-out won’t work
No matter how I folded and folded it and hung it, It was just a piece of paper
Anesthesia and deep breathing won’t work
I pray to heaven Even though I don’t know the face of God.