"The Back Alley From Me To You"
I knew right from the start it wouldn't be long before I disappear
I've got a bad habit of letting my flaws block my way out and
I always faked laughing just to be social; now the sky's empty
The boy without fingers couldn't hold onto love or dreams
On the seventh morning, how many times did I wish to be reborn away from that back alley
Post the patchwork answers
If being poisoned gives me peace of mind
Then cast my body into the honey of temptation without a second thought
Ah, if no one's gonna pick me, then someone like me is just a passing fancy after all
Ah, the thank you I spelled out was worn away by the rushing darkness
May all things be overcome with froth, may everything turn to ash
That everyone's got the same merits, that they're interchangeable, that's wrong
If every drop in the bucket is gonna join together
May it all turn to ash, dress up love in ashes
Ah, I'm a maestro that stopped my heart* because I can't pretend to be normal
From that back alley, I post a goodbye made of patches