ピノキオピー (PinocchioP)
Nobody Makes Sense
The night is dawning
I wake up in the morning
I hurt my neck
There is my own self residing within this body
I talk to you, I eat breakfast
I put my clothes on, all of that feels uncanny
Something's weird, it's weird, it's weird, it's weird
I pa** through the ticket gate
Everything's so peaceful, so peaceful, so naturally peaceful
It's almost funny
Cats are usually called Tama, for no particular reason
Dogs are usually called pochi for no particular reason
The world, the world seems to be on the verge of ending for no particular reason
I’m melting into the aftеrglow while carrying my own existencе
For what are we living? For what are we trying so hard?
There might be nothing, nothing, nothing to it
It might all be useless
In a thousand years, there won't be anything left
But I still hope I could keep on smiling with you
Because nobody makes sense, nobody makes sense
The moon is rising
The stars are shining
The bugs are hopping
I’m looking at that
Huh? How long have I been here for?
How much longer can I remain here?
Unable to become anyone of consequence
All I'm doing is running away from monsters
Conjuring the mental picture inside my own prison
I find my blocked trains of thought filled with enemies
Even now, the name of the first son is still Tarō
But nowadays, the name of the second son is Hanako
Time, time just somehow pa**es by
As I gaze at the starry night sky, all the while buried in a garbage dump
For what do we love? For what our hearts race?
There might be nothing, nothing, nothing to it, it might be all a lie
I’m not even sure what is 1+1, but still, I’m sure that I want to keep protecting you
Because nobody makes sense
Nobody makes sense
Even then, we still catch our breathe when pa**ing through a tunnel
We still fold paper cranes
We still touch the paws of our pets
We still step on only the white parts of the zebra crossings
Even then, we still do things that are wrong
We're still bent on thinking that it's right
We're smart, that's why we knew it
Again, we think to ourselves that we get it
For what are we living? For what are we trying so hard?
There might be nothing, nothing, nothing to it
It might all be useless
In a thousand years, there won't be anything left
But I still hope I could keep on smiling with you
Even when our dreams come true
Even when we have become enlightened
In the end, we might still end up with loneliness
Even when we've turned to ghosts
Even when we've returned to nothingness
I still hope I could keep on smiling with you
Because nobody makes sense, nobody makes sense
That's right, nobody makes sense
That's right, nobody makes sense
That's right, nobody makes sense
That's right, nobody makes sense