It's over. The bullpen is full of scrubs
The cheap memories of youth, the tears, everything's over
It's not even funny. It can't even make up one scene in a comedy
Like stirring a bowl of cold chowder, that's how my life is
Let's just keep pretending the dress isn't buttoned up wrong
Oh right, it's meaningless to defense
Accidentally get away with a scene of fire, pour oil in with a good deed
My life and my plan are turning into potatoеs
Bring tomorrow to a simmer with little bubbles, boil up thе icy stares
Blueprint of the future and the way to success are turning into potatoes
Just soak the mess in, melt the future and make it thick
Live such a life and let's all get crumpled
There's no time, no right to look down on us all
The rabble goes off. Booing becomes medals of honor now
It's not even funny. Everybody would have to say that
Like foolishly making a fruitless effort, becoming nothing but a chunk of butter
It wasn't intentional at first. Will somebody trust me?
There's no room for disproof at all
Thinking now is the right time, I throw in some firewood ignorantly, so to speak
My life and my plan are turning into potatoes
Thoroughly cook the browned tomorrow, burn it down to not a thing left
Blueprint of the future and the way to success are turning into potatoes
Just soak the mess in, melt the future and make it thick
Let's have our recreation and stuffs in such a bowl
Live such a life and let's all get crumpled
(Alt. Title(s): potato ni Natte iku)