I evaded pursuit easily;
There is no home at my house.
No, I can't get away from myself,
Everything around is familiar to me.
I know I have a compulsion
That uproots me and makes me drop everything.
No, it'll be better if you let me go,
[Even if it means] tearing off a part of yourself.
It's not a big deal that they don't expect me there,
That I didn't save myself with you,
That I will leave and may never understand
That I am trapped inside my fantasy.
It's not a big deal that I'm going there,
That I'm not looking around sheepishly
And am walking awkwardly.
You have a fiery light in your chest,
I'm not joking here.
Know that I'm already on my way,
I'm not doing this out of boredom.
If I'm not back by morning,
Then there can be no forgiveness for me.
It would mean that the muse is not to my liking
And that persecution awaits me.
It's not a big deal that they don't expect me there,
That I didn't save myself with you,
That I will leave and may never understand
That I am trapped inside my fantasy.
It's not a big deal that I'm going there,
That I'm not looking around sheepishly
And am walking awkwardly.