Uramaki [English translation]

What's the point of throwing yourself away?

A Sunday in China Town

Your mother hates hearing you talk

About your new friends, about your new sound

What's the point of philosophy

If we write pornographic messages

Even before "good morning"

We could love each other in a parking lot

When you've wished me the worst

Give me the poem, I'll finish an uramaki and leave

You can keep the white and blue sweatshirt, I'm not leaving for Christmas anymore

I smoke in the kitchen for months, but

It's not my fault if I'm made like this

Made like this, made like this,

Made like this

What's the point of the drums

If there's always a mess in this head?

If on stage, you don't cross my mind

If I sing some shit in the shower

And nobody hears me, and nobody hears me

We could love each other in a parking lot

When you've wished me the worst

Give me the poem, I'll finish an uramaki and leave

You can keep the white and blue sweatshirt, I'm not leaving for Christmas anymore

I smoke in the kitchen for months, but

It's not my fault if I'm made like this

Made like this, made like this,

Made like this

I'd like to go back to that bar, to drink with you

But it would take some talent to love someone like me

I'd like to go back to a year ago, to talk to you

But it would take some talent to love someone like me

We could love each other in a parking lot

When you've wished me the worst

Give me the poem, I'll finish an uramaki and leave

You can keep the white and blue sweatshirt, I'm not leaving for Christmas anymore

I smoke in the kitchen for months, but

It's not my fault if I'm made like this

Made like this, made like this,

Made like this, like this, like this