San Roku

Sometimes I feel if the Moon is late
Curiosity drove me away from home
I'm not looking for a hashtag, I don't want a case
Your last revenge is not going to be that hug
Inexpugnable desire to dissolve
I'm with Angeline, but she doesn't look like her
Drinking vodka, getting to know feces
I looked into your eyes and understood that you shouldn't see each other

The wounds are gone, but the scabs remain
Yeah, what the fuck are you showing me?
I'm the white cat you take a picture of, yeah
There's not much left, baby, there's not much left
Pee-catch me in the febo, I'm coming from making a mess
Cartier on the index finger, ruby on the big finger
I go alone and my problems with me
Guilt persists even if there are no witnesses

I'm the best dog friend
Too many dead for so little burial
Everything that comes from the past is sharpened
All your future problems have already passed
Evisu pants, life didn't warn me
Nostalgia abused me, at least I kissed her, yes
I'm in the atré, yes, I'm with Suni, yes
There's a podcast on loop in my head
And I have to go, sometimes you have to make mistakes and such
It may be okay to be pseudo mononeuronal
I live in the world and I use that
Drunk on the streets of Kabukichō
Peace for my mother, peace for my dog
Peace, peace for my father even if he hates war, yeah
Me too, TBH, yeah, they make us potholes here
I'm not a hanger no matter how many times you repeat it
Cold tears turned into stalactites
Hm, lots of life, but you're missing seeds
This is not going to be my last fall
How b-how b-how b-how beautiful Lithuania is
And what-and how bad cowardice is
Son of a bitch, let things happen
There is a future for every sinner if he doesn't care

Fear and longing, barking at the moon
I live for the dream, I kill for the doubt
Meeting muses at Warsaw pintball
If you don't want to spend, then why are you looking for me?
It's time to get away from the hustle and bustle, yeah
You will never know who is lying
You can get lost, there is no love in it
But falling in love means losing yourself

The wounds are gone, but the scabs remain
Yeah, what the fuck are you showing me?
I'm the white cat you take a picture of, yeah
There's not much left, baby, there's not much left
Pee-catch me in the febo, I'm coming from making a mess
Cartier on the index finger, ruby on the big finger
I go alone and my problems with me
Guilt persists even if there are no witnesses