you say those proverbs as if you had contrived them
i know your arrogance, but do not point it out
and you've not changed a bit in three long dismal years
i think your flaw isn't so much your fault as a charm
maybe i will meet you one day, maybe Wednesday, maybe notEEstill, i'm sure to meet you anyway, maybe Thursday, maybe notEE
i want to be you
just like a leaf that has flown away with the wind and the rain
this 'romance' is so mellow, and 'so real'
just like a song that has died away with a flash in the night
i would like to [bad word] of you

you tell your stories as if you had no respect for anyone
i sing my songs as if I were a prostitute
you take a snap at me, and stuff yourself on my welfare
i feel like i am clinging to a cloud
maybe I will kiss you slowly, maybe quickly, maybe notEEstill, i'm sure to kiss you anyway, maybe sweetly, maybe notEE
i want to be you
it's hard to spend a lifetime for myself with the quakes and the storm
this 'romance' is an error, and 'surreal'
it's clear that i love your insensitiveness like the hills and the sky
i would like to be merged into you