Yung Toyama – Sengoku

We look back at pitch black, from our damp eyes
Sad eyes, lilacs, roses and street lights
Snake eyes, still penetrating through your pupils
The sole thought of losing myself is like stabbing my heart
It’s hard enough to want to make things better
Or move on, well honestly mostly the latter
Out in the freezing cold, memories of old
Still getting up to my head, as I try to break the mould
I love you, not really
I did, just maybe
And giving space for my solitary to compensate me
You couldn’t think of another way to tell me
That it was all in my head, made of stone and full of jealousy
Everywhere I go I see your face
Stretch my hand as if I held yours
Visions erased, displaced
Blurry as stars in space
If I loved you, would’ve wiped those tears off your face

Verse 2

It’s hard to think of what could’ve been of us without the discordance
Been that afternoon if I didn’t think of me
But we both knew this would all end
And I really hope you come back again
Kisses reserved, the clock keeps ticking
Cold and warm films cross my head
Last December, the last February and the first whatever
Events are like ghosts
And I don’t even know how to explain ‘em
One day you’ll see me and Evelyn
She’s not real, I’m not real
Only my mind is in the end
Befriend, be aware of the brutality of reality
As if they were the same word
Still longing for pardon
Making excuses in my head
Write down textbooks, full of thoughts that went unread
Cheeks red, she said, “I’m scared”
But the conscious didn’t say anything
Just pulled her neck as if it were by a lead
Though different names don’t mean shit when you’re not the one unique
As your words leak
Like water through a broken pipe
So all the fingers just go back to me
I reject the sun, but it always burns to the highest degree
It’s like the middle of summer again
And I’m in this void
Full of acoustics and poetry and the sounds from the beach
And the last words you told me ring along like bells
And they crush like an anvil
I still hear your voice

Same old, same old
I’ll mark your initials carved and burnt on a pedestal
Same old, same old
When something new comes in it’s like a hole to fix a crater

Verse 3

And later
I can finally understand
When I go outside it’s like a cold breeze
No matter the degrees, don’t give a fuck about the sunmarks
My ceiling fan might be on
But the echoes pitch your words
Late at night, I could be thinkin’ responsibility
Yet 2 hours ago, that girl heard the bitterest goodbye
Ever given
Everglow, after the glow
In the dark with no windows open
The same way we fell in love
And that lamppost painted your eyes yellow
The color we loved the most
You wore your makeup and I wore the dress you liked
A triumphant fuckup
But since the 17th I’ve known that
You’re the light at the end of the tunnel
And I’ll get there sometime
Through the wires, all confessions
And they’re still hanging at the ledge of a broken building
Maybe if your mother never knew me this tulip could grow
Feeling, reasons
It’s like it all comes together
And it’s all about him
And it all falls like feathers

Same old, same old
I’ll mark your initials carved and burnt on a pedestal
Same old, same old
It’s a bunch of letters spoken but still there’s tears poured in ‘em