On this fretful night
I'm writing on paper
These feelings to you
Could it be that
I'm just being whimsical?
Even then the pages pile up.
It'd be nice if there is a
formula to calculate the chance
that you would like me too
My sparkling, shining wishes
Are slopped in with my worries
That's right, let's just staple them together
Though it was thin on the start
It became thick before I know it
And somehow the staples can no longer go through
I'll try again tomorrow...
I wonder what I should do
Rereading it is embarrassing
Even though all these feelings
Keep being written down
Somehow if these feelings
Get tossed into the trash
My heart would be in pain
So I wonder if I should keep them
Now my feelings will be revealed
Searching for words without a dictionary
This plan makes me excited
Expanding it makes me too tired
Let's just staple everything together
Recalling the things I did today
Always makes my chest tighten
I ran out of staples, need to buy some more
I'll try again tomorrow...
My sparkling, shining wishes
Are slopped in with my worries
That's right, let's just staple them together
Though it was thin on the start
It became thick before I know it
And somehow the staples can no longer go through
I'll try again tomorrow...
-- WATASHI NO KOI WA HOCCHIKISU (MY LOVE IS A STAPLER)
Listen to the intro riff... It's so good.
Need to learn how to play that on my guitar. :)
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“Love is like handing someone a gun. Having them pointing at your heart,
and trusting them to never pull the trigger.”
I wonder.
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