Rock & Roller
Some things to think about
Some days you want me out
Someday, I'm out of touch
Sunday, I'm out for good
Sometimes I fake around
Some nights I care about
Some ways that I have found
Some how
It all becomes a waste of time
An afterthought of what you'll find
Careless minds to judge about
The ways of how I made around
I'd like to understand, I'd like to pretend
I make myself look good, In front of you
So much for comprehension, so much for truth
Knowing that I've been wishing, wishing for it back
Sometimes I don't want to admit it!
Sometimes I feel like fucking dog shit
I know I'm happy, it is in me
But I'm sure it'll come back to haunt me
It all becomes a waste of time
An afterthought of what you'll find
Careless minds to judge about
The ways of how I made around
You say, I don't know what I got myself into
(I know I won't regret it)
I'll go ahead, what you want me to say
I don't think you'll ever feel the same and
Pulling the only record from the other shelf and
Giving the thought about them playing again
Holding on what still remains, can you see it?
Can you see yourself in it?
It all becomes a waste of time
An afterthought of what you'll find
Careless minds to judge about
The ways of how I made around
And when it finally comes to pass
You ask yourself, will this not last?
Accepting what had led you there
The truth is that you've gone nowhere
It all becomes, it all becomes, it all becomes, a waste of time
Some days you want me out
Someday, I'm out of touch
Sunday, I'm out for good
Sometimes I fake around
Some nights I care about
Some ways that I have found
Some how
It all becomes a waste of time
An afterthought of what you'll find
Careless minds to judge about
The ways of how I made around
I'd like to understand, I'd like to pretend
I make myself look good, In front of you
So much for comprehension, so much for truth
Knowing that I've been wishing, wishing for it back
Sometimes I don't want to admit it!
Sometimes I feel like fucking dog shit
I know I'm happy, it is in me
But I'm sure it'll come back to haunt me
It all becomes a waste of time
An afterthought of what you'll find
Careless minds to judge about
The ways of how I made around
You say, I don't know what I got myself into
(I know I won't regret it)
I'll go ahead, what you want me to say
I don't think you'll ever feel the same and
Pulling the only record from the other shelf and
Giving the thought about them playing again
Holding on what still remains, can you see it?
Can you see yourself in it?
It all becomes a waste of time
An afterthought of what you'll find
Careless minds to judge about
The ways of how I made around
And when it finally comes to pass
You ask yourself, will this not last?
Accepting what had led you there
The truth is that you've gone nowhere
It all becomes, it all becomes, it all becomes, a waste of time
Credits
Writer(s): Daichi Kono, Ken Tsuruta
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