romaji lyrics: Namanurui dasei de seikatsu wo hokorobasu Gomibako mitai na heya no naka de, toki ga Sugiru no wo tadatada matteru sore dake Nemurenai yofuke ni kokyuu no oto wo kiku Yurusenai kotoba mo yarusenai omoi mo Izure wa usurete wasureteyuku darou Demo tama ni omoidashi, omae ni toikakeru Nikushimi yori fukai koufuku wa aru no kai Heikousen no enchousen ga kusseshita seishinsei Shuukan to kashikesenai hibi wo monogataru Heikousen no enchousen ga kusseshita seishinsei Shuukan to kashikesenai hibi wo monogataru Heikousen no enchousеn ga kusseshita seishinsei Shuukan to kashikеsenai hibi wo monogataru Heikousen no enchousen ga kusseshita seishinsei Shuukan to kashikesenai hibi wo monogataru Toutotsu ni hajimaru omae no mukashibanashi Kikinagara arupejio saenai non fikushon no ketsumatsu wo Nigitteiru omae no te wa tsumetai kara iya da Yasagure haku iki ni majiru koe ga utaidasu Heikousen no enchousen ga kusseshita seishinsei Shuukan to kashikesenai hibi wo monogataru Heikousen no enchousen ga kusseshita seishinsei Shuukan to kashikesenai hibi wo monogataru
lyrics I crack a smile through life out of half-hearted habit I’m just waiting for the time to go by Here in my garbage can of a room, that’s all I listen to the sound of you breathing late on a sleepless night Unforgivable words and miserable thoughts Both will dim, and then I’ll forget them But every now and then I’m reminded of them and ask you If a happiness more profound than my suffering exists out there The mentality of parallel extension cords, crooked I tell of days where I can’t erase the habits I’ve formed The mentality of parallel extension cords, crooked I tell of days where I can’t erase the habits I’ve formed The mentality of parallel extension cords, crooked I tell of days where I can’t erase the habits I’ve formed The mentality of parallel extension cords, crooked I tell of days where I can’t erase the habits I’ve formed Your reminiscence begins abruptly I listen while doing an arpeggio Your hand is cold as you grip the conclusion Of your sober non-fiction and I don’t like it A voice begins to sing, letting out sullen breaths in between The mentality of parallel extension cords, crooked I tell of days where I can’t erase the habits I’ve formed The mentality of parallel extension cords, crooked I tell of days where I can’t erase the habits I’ve formed
but it's really great you can see it here now.. years ago this would have been lost into time once it was played in those moments thanks so much to whoever recorded this.. and to the bandn always
