Unhappy Refrain - wowaka
Shotgun and a Telecaster
The words all align to spell UNHAPPY By yourself in the big city~ now Started hating the sounds of the shots ringing out Singing until the sound’s no longer singing How much time did we waste being wasted? Falling into my hands as I’m falling apart There’s no way to escape, I won’t let you get away “One man shows always end up a success” In my head it’s a sparkling shoujo manga No ammo, but nobody will know Just throw out all the decoys, step back, and let go Losing track of all of my excuses Waiting for the earliest convenience And if I have to say something, I’d say “Bye-bye” Someone else will roll in, won’t it be a win-win? Pointing out these mistakes, you’ll just start getting dizzy Spinning round and around as you learn to take back the words No, I’m not missing out, no strife, no life That’s why? That’s why? That’s why. (Well) I guess you could call it, could say it’s lucky Looping over and over, weaving through 39 seconds I guess I can see it, so that’s called happy Switching between the two, I won’t be satisfied No beginning or ending, just dance to the beat Even if I could gather up this infinity of sounds You guessed it, you guessed it! There’s still no meaning~! But do you understand it? No one ever can. A girl forced to roll Down their rabbit hole trapped far beyond a screen, a two faced adult’s scheme Shotgun and a Telecaster There’s no other words here but ‘unlucky’ Wounds so deep “GAME OVER” pops onscreen Don’t you think that it seems unpleasantly obscene? Failing over and over again “One more time!” failing to comprehend Each turn ended in scratches and burns And I watched you turn, laughing, each time you heard “One man shows always end up a success” Post-festival like sentimentality Votes are in! Looks like everyone wins! Take a break from the heat and turn over new leaves Singing until the sound’s no longer singing Time’s wasting away while I’m here wasted Falling into my hands as I’m falling apart Hey, what do you say, how are you doing today? Waking up after dreaming the same kind of nightmare This uneasy feeling is my fate for lacking in errors Who I’m wanting to be, make me, make me “No time.” That’s why? That’s why? What is it? Why is it? Oh, is this ‘happy’? Blinking back all the emptiness from waking up so early Wandering, wondering, is that what’s happy? Didn’t you ever hear about this thing called sleep? What is it? Why is it? Oh, is that happy? Laying down in the broken boulevard full of shattered dreams It’s crumbling, and tumbling, ripping at the seams Maybe it’s you, or maybe you’re just in the way (Well) I guess you could call it, could say it’s happy Looping over and over, weaving through 39 seconds I guess I can see it, so that’s called lucky But I don’t understand, I don’t see any prizes Piles and piles of sounds in one seat, I can’t see for the life of me a starting or ending line You guessed it, you guessed it! There’s still no meaning! Right, then, just like that day I’ll jump off right away! A girl chose to roll Down their rabbit hole seen far beyond a screen, a two faced adult’s scheme Until then... |