Boys and girls
in the corner of the schoolyard, during PE, i’m sitting and staring listlesslyas if watching the baseball club’s flyball, for whatever reason, i’m looking at the futurei wonder if things will change someday; like the smile of that girl i really like, for instancei wonder if those stupid guys will grow upthat fourth batter who just hit it out –a year later, in winter, died in a drink-driving accidentwe all felt too empty to do anything but stand therehis mother held the stained bat and wailed
the girl i admired said "i’ve been so stressed from my lover leavingthat i started overeating" and laughed, pulling her sunken cheekson her right hand, a tasteless ring and scabbed-over sores"giving up is easy" she said, sipping her coffee
wandering through the city at night, we became engrossed in old stories"yeah, that sort of thing happened, didn’t it?" she said, laughing as she criedeven so, even so, i couldn’t say anything like "do your best"goodbye, goodbye, at least i waved farewell with a smile
bit by bit, i grew skilled at always giving upi thought that holding back would be helpful to othersthe reckless dreams and frustrated tears that piled up in the corners of my memorythe true feelings which i smothered to death grab me by the collar“why are you here? run away, get out now!not being able to live how you wished is the same as being dead”that’s right – both you and i can be reborn once againsmiling while you’re hurt – let’s stop doing that completely
due to being alone in the frozen night, we too have done the wrong thingsthere are too many heartless people, so we became stronger, uselesslyeven so, even so, i want to believe this isn’t a mistakegoodbye, goodbye, a brave front melted in the darkness of the night
in the corner of the schoolyard, during PE, i’m sitting and staring listlesslyas if watching the baseball club’s flyball, for whatever reason, i’m looking at the futurei wonder if i’ve changed; sometimes the uneasiness makes me scaredthe gleeful laugh of the fourth batter as he makes it to home base
embracing our respective anxieties, we walked on to our respective futuresembracing our respective pain, we’re each standing here todayi wonder why, i wonder why, i can’t help these overflowing tearsgoodbye, goodbye, memories or whatever should just disappearif tomorrow will come anyway, i don’t need memoriesthese sentiments that only tie me down – i kicked them into the canaleven so, even so, because tears don’t dry upgoodbye, goodbye, at least i was laughing while i cried