end of a life

作词 : 森カリオペ

作曲 : Pretty Patterns

We’d run right through those nights

I’ll never find my way back to you inside this labyrinth of lights

There was madness in the meaning, never laughless

We were screaming at the top of our lungs to the numbness

This city never died.

I’ll fly, no proof, those heights

I’ll never find another chance to say “hey, thanks for saving my life”

I was hopeless, it was stinging, running roadless

We were singing at the top of our lungs to the numbness

This city never died.

What was the root of it all? … I couldn’t say.

Used to jump and then fall, rugged and cliched.

Would shrug it off without complaint, not a sound

No use in trying to find friends, cuz in the end nobody sticks around

It’s when you shoved yourself into a crowded place

That you turned around and found yourself in love in outer space

Cue the reckless nights, no strings, laughing at our own dreams…

Just what the hell was so funny?

Bark up the wrong tree, stumble, used to falling great heights

Amidst a concrete jungle, singing cuz it felt right

We mixed the ennui and troubles, rhyming our discontent

And though it’s history, I can’t forget the time that we spent

Convinced that this could mean another end, exists between real and pretend

A twisted alter-fiction where I missed my chance, did not ascend and

Disappearing into the mist of “never happened”

Is the me that I can never befriend.

… I let it go.

Fade in, fade out

This crazy dream

Without a direction, floating aimlessly

There’s nothing left back there for me

Breathe in, but it won’t stop the rain from pouring

We’d run right through those nights

I’ll never find my way back to you inside this labyrinth of lights

There was madness in the meaning, never laughless

We were screaming at the top of our lungs to the numbness

This city never died.

But was there ever a soul inside?

Chasing fireflies between the soaring high-rises

Left a trail behind, defined it “wasted time of our lives”

Silent singer, overworked and underpaid

Thinks an office is a coffin until off is where you’re laid

Yet a thought persists, an optimist who ought to be afraid

Saw the “nothing wrong” in writing songs behind the lonely shade

Is the world a sadder place without the words that you conveyed?

When the ladder fell and shattered every bar that we had played?

Does it matter in the end the sound diminished and decayed

And your friends grew tired of fantasy, you’re wishing they had stayed?

You don’t get to say “I miss you”, you watched your heroes fade

Into the rear view-mirror of the villain you portrayed

Stop the pity party, listen, you don’t get to be dismayed

You don’t get to be emotional, feel blessed you got it made

These the best of years of life because you chose to make a trade

Recollect the days you hoped and you prayed for this

What is there to miss?

Fade in, fade out

This hazy dream

Without a direction, roaming aimlessly

There’s nothing left back there for me

Pretend it’s the end of a made up story

I’ll fly, no proof, those heights

I’ll never find another chance to say “hey, thanks for saving my life”

I was hopeless, it was stinging, driving roadless

We were singing at the top of our lungs to the numbness

This city never died.

I’ll say goodbye to the soul inside

And yet somehow, there was romance in our self-hate

“We’ve got no chance” in this light maze

But let’s hold hands through the night haze

We’ll run so fast ’til the school chime, ’til the train runs

We know it’s time, we’re the sane ones

Waking up now to the “real life”

Let me daydream ’til the next night

I’ll keep waiting

I’ll keep waiting for you

Waking up now to my real life

Let me daydream ’til the next flight

Drowning so long, I got older

Now the crowd’s gone

Is it over?

Is it over…?