Strange enough to crack up in laughter
Such snacks are my daily bread
The side dishes left there on the table as well
“Were they made by someone?” They’re all—
Instant tragedies, but I’ll have them all
Un Deux Trois routine work
Look, just like usual
The regret of having done nothing and
The future I reaped after failing to choose
I’m getting sick of sandwiches made of them
And I’d already told you I’m full
Now “Are you all done? Look, one more time”
Aah, I’m fed up with life, it looks like
The self-loathing poured down into my empty stomach
Drunk, makes me drunk. A night spent wasted…
It’s the only thing that’ll be forgiven by the boys and girls
I escape, being avoided till the light of dawn; but well, let’s go for another defeat
Don’t feed me that 1800ml of comedy!
In this wretched age, if I were
To let every possible emotion of mine
Be eaten into by that braggart
Or whatchamacallit, it’ll be the end of me
If I just obey what I (you) say
Then it’s correct, “Maybe”
Now, how will you say it? Tell me, how does it hurt?
It’s just right for an entremet, isn’t it?
We swallow the punishment called boredom
As if it were air
The feeling of being filled with happiness as well
Has it gone numb, I wonder…
Un Deux Trois routine work
Look, just like usual
The regret of having done nothing and
The future I reaped after failing to choose
I’m getting sick of sandwiches made of them
And I’d already told you I’m full
Now “How about one more time? Nah, I don’t need anymore.”
Aah, I’m done with life