A shotgun and a Telecaster - words aligned in rows, so unhappy
Alone, on the streets of the city - do you despise the sounds of gunfire?

Singing until my voice gives - how much time have I wasted?
Finally you came into my hands, so I can't very well let you go, now can I?

"The one-man performance was a great success!" In my head, it's romanticized, a comic
We're all out of bullets already - so can we retrace our steps here?

Countless times we've cherry-picked perfectly to our convenience
We've said bye-bye to indecent living - so we'll soon be picked up, won't we?

Dizzy from going and making mistakes...
Teach me how to turn back, please...
There's nothing more I lack, no more -
That so? That so, that so, that so...

If you say so, then is it, oh, is it lucky?
After thirty-nine seconds turning and turning on repeat, I saw it - is that happy?
I can't say I quite understand!
Countless sounds piled upon each other, and neither an end nor a beginning comes
In short, all told, there's no point to it...
And it would seem you don't get it either, huh?

Beyond the screen, she was falling;
An upside-down girl, an adult's world.

A shotgun and a Telecaster - there's not a single word, so unlucky
Wounded all over, it's game over;
Doesn't it hurt just to look at?

After a harsh stumble, I gave up on "one more time";
Each rolling was an erring - and each one had you rolling in laughter

The one-man performance was a great success - sentimental after the festival
It's a unanimous breakup - so can we turn ourselves around here?

Singing until my voice gives - how much time am I wasting?
Finally you came into my hands - say, how are you faring?

Unpleasant dreams recur, making me uneasy...
It's the fate for those who've forgotten how to err...
Please, please make me what I want to be -
"No more. No more."
That so? That so? That so?

Why is it, oh, why is it happy?
Four in the morning with empty eyes, wandering lost, and wherever I end up - is that happy?
But this is just so fatiguing...
Why is this, oh, why is this happy?
I'm sprawled out on a road with no end in sight,
And it's crumbling to pieces
At any rate, it would seem you're in the way...

If you say so, then is it, oh, is it happy?
After thirty-nine seconds turning and turning on repeat, I saw it - is that lucky?
Strange, because I'm not seeing any reward...
Sounds only piling upon each other, and neither an end nor a beginning comes
In short, all told, there's no point!
Right, then, I'll be jumping off right away!

Beyond the screen, she was falling;
An upside-down girl, an adult's world.
Is that...?

Shotgun and a Telecaster - words lined up in rows, and they're unhappy
All alone, sleeping on the city streets - I suppose the gunfire brings you no glee?

Singing hard and loud until my voice gives - how much of that time could I'd instead lived?
Finally you fell down right into my hands, so I can't very well let you go, you understand?

"One-man show, 'twas such a success!" In my head, it's a comic, a perfect romance
We've now fired the shots we had left - so if we want to backtrack, don't we have the chance?

Cherry-picking every single event, choosing what's so perfectly convenient
Our indecent living's already long past - so it's now about time that we'll be picked up, I'm sure?

Dizzy from going out, making all sorts of blunders...
And I'm begging you now, teach me how to put it under...
I've no wants, not a one, no more, no, none -
Uh-huh? Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-hun...

You say so, then is it, oh, is it lucky?
Thirty-nine eternal seconds turning, turning, turning, on repeat, I saw it - and is that happy?
'Cause I've gotta say I don't quite understand!
The noises keep piling, it's one upon next, and there's no end nor beginning like we come to expect
So in short, so all told, there's just no point at all...
But at least we're both quite clueless, I recall?

In sight past the screen, in freefall was seen;
A topsy-turvy girl, an all-too-adult world.

Shotgun and a Telecaster - no words to be found, now that's unlucky
Wounds all over, game over;
Merely glancing, yet still, it's a painful sight, see?

After stumbling, not-so-sublime, I gave up on "one more time";
Every time I rolled was every time I erred - and each one had you laughing back in your chair

One-man show, 'twas such a success - once the festival's over, it's sentimental
Everybody's scattered and fled - so if we want to turn around, now we shall?

Singing hard and loud until my voice gives - how much of that time can I instead live?
Finally you fell down right into my hands - say, how are you faring now, if I might ask?

Vile dreams, they recur, leaving me feeling restless...
It's your fate if you forget the way to err, I would guess...
Please, oh please, do make me what I want to be -
"No more. Not one."
Uh-huh? Uh-huh? Uh-hun?

Why is it, how is it, why is it happy?
Empty eyes, four in the morning, walking sans direction; wherever I end up - is that place happy?
That just doesn't fit with how this wears me out...
Why is this, oh, is this, why is this happy?
I'm collapsed upon a road without an end for miles,
And then, not to mention, it's crumbling and cracked
Well, now, one thing's certain: you're holding me back...

You say so, then is it, oh, is it happy?
Thirty-nine eternal seconds turning, turning, turning, on repeat, I saw it - and is that lucky?
Strange, from what I see, there ain't any reward there...
The noises just pile, it's one upon next, and there's no end nor beginning like we come to expect
So in short, so all told, there ain't no point at all!
Well, I must be jumping, time for me to fall!

In sight past the screen, in freefall was seen;
A topsy-turvy girl, an all-too-adult world.
And is that...?