“Hi...how are you?”
“Very good.”
“Good.”
“Well, here we are.”
夜 已经太黑
无人能够诉说
也得不到一点抚慰
疲惫yeah 我不断巡回
为何 不要些许麻醉
不如忘记 来得深邃yeah
慢慢喝醉 我也都无所谓
反正空留自己入睡 hey
你是我得不到的玫瑰
闻不到你的气味
掉落你的纯粹
全都被我浪费
Hey yeah
“酒精让我慢慢体会yeah”
“面具全都被我摧毁yeah”
“苦恋如同坠入轮回yeah”
“心碎不如来场烂醉yeah”
wooh yeah
你慢慢靠近
我慢慢掉进
喉咙也慢慢地被疼痛收紧
追逐飓风已经 逐渐变得太乏味
没有得到回应的我
已经感觉 太疲惫
不停地买醉
不停地后悔
宿醉过后已经忘记
自己应该属于谁
只留下余味 来怀念你的发尾
借用了烂醉 让我慢慢地沉睡
“I remember that paper that
you wrote in school about synaptic behavioral routines.
It made me cry.”
“Yeah, but everything makes you cry.”
“Everything you make makes me cry.”
“So, are you seeing anybody?”