Well, yesterday midnight
a rock and roll star or rotten gangster shot his own head off
for a matter of money, slump, order, envy, or just pure heartbreak, a couple talked
But they don’t mean much in the morning after
Saw her odd hairstyle and I couldn't laugh it away
Passed by her singing “and what a scummy man”
and I kicked a small stone at no glance

Here is on fire
Do dismiss the nightmare while we fool around fifteen seconds or so
Fear makes it darker, drives it mad as a March hare
What are you waiting and waiting for?
Why don’t you leave me on my own?

And then I robbed the repellant fellow
who overtook me last week of his wallet
You guys on a bicycle, under an umbrella,
there are no hands to have any rights

That’s a good question,
whatever, you’d have done the same in my place
So ridiculous that’s like jokes and bollocks,
but what the hell stranger problems
None of yours

Definitely I do not need your love, anyway
Have to see the better is not to
Trying to despair as hard as I can and say “it was your smile this time”