Kyuukurarin

うるさく鳴いた　文字盤を見てた
きっときっと鏡越し 8時過ぎのにおい
しらけた顔　変わってなくてよかった
ピンクの植木鉢の ぐちょぐちょした心のそばに

大きく育ったもの　結ばれたつぼみが
こんなにも　愚かしい

ああ　化石になっちまうよ
ああ　取り繕っていたいな
ちゃんと笑えなきゃね
大した取り柄も無いから

空っぽが埋まらないこと
全部ばれてたらどうしよう
ああ　あなたの右どなり
わたし　きゅうくらりん

例えば今夜眠って　目覚めたときに
起きる理由が　ひとつも　見つからない
朝が来たら　わたしは　どうする？

うるさく鳴いた　文字盤を見てた
一歩一歩あとずさり　「また明日ね」とぽつり
喜びより　安堵が先に来ちゃった
思い出西日越し　うつるこまかなヒビが
こんなにも恐ろしい

ああ　あなたが知ってしまう
ああ　取り繕っていたいな
ちゃんと笑えなきゃね
大切が壊れちゃうから

幸せな明日を願うけど
底なしの孤独をどうしよう
もう　うめき声しか出ない
わたし　ぎゅうぐらりん

ああ　虹がかかっている空
きれいと思いたくて

焦がれては逃げられないこと
みんなにはくだらないこと
もう　どうしようもないの
わたし　きゅうくらりん

そばにたぐりよせた末路
枯れ落ちたつぼみが
こんなにも汚らわしくて　いじらしい

ああ　呪いになっちまうよ
ああ　「あきらめた」って言わなくちゃ
頭の中で ノイズが鳴りやまないから

空っぽが埋まらないこと
全部ばれてたらどうしよう
ああ　あの子の言うとおり 終わりなんだ

ああ　幸せになっちまうよ
ああ　失うのがつらいな
全部ムダになったら
愛した罰を受けるから

ひどく優しいあなたの
胸で泣けたならどうしよう
最後　見たのはそんな夢
わたし　ちゅうぶらりん

I squinted at the wailing dial,
Surely, surely, through the mirror, 8 o'clock has come and gone.
I'm glad my unamused face hasn't changed,
Beside the pink flowerpot's soaked heart

Is an overgrown, swollen bud entangled with it.
It's so foolish.

Ahh, I'll turn into a fossil.
Ahh, I want to keep up the act.
I have to smile,
Since I don't really have anything going for me.

I can't fill this gaping emptiness,
If it gets out, what will I do?
Ahh, the neighbor to your right,
My heart races, head fuzzy.

Say, when I fall asleep tonight and open my eyes,
I can't find a single reason to get up.
When the morning comes, what exactly... should I do?

I squinted at the wailing dial,
Backing away one step at a time, "See you tomorrow..." I mumble.
Relief came before any sort of joy.
Through the reminiscent setting sun, the tiny cracks can be seen,
It's so unbelievably terrifying.

Ahh, you'll find out.
Ahh, I want to keep up the act.
I have to smile,
Or the things precious to me will break.

I wish for a happy tomorrow,
But what will I do about this abyss of loneliness?
I can't even scream anymore,
My heart seizes up, head dizzy.

Ahh, I want to think a sky
Filled with rainbows is pretty.

What I yearn for is being unable to run away
What everyone finds worthless.
Ugh, but there's nothing to be done about it,
My heart races, head fuzzy.

The final days are closing in on me,
This withered bud is
So unbelievably filthy... So innocent...

Ahh, I'll turn into a curse.
Ahh, I have to say, "I've given up."
Or the static in my head,
It just won't stop.

I can't fill this gaping emptiness.
If it gets out, what will I do?
Ahh, just like that girl said, it's over...

Ahh, I'll end up happy.
Ahh, losing things is painful.
If it all goes to waste,
I'll take my punishment for having loved.

You're so, so nice...
If I cried into your chest, what would I do?
That was the dream I saw in the end,
My heart hangs in the air.