Unhappy Refrain [wowaka]

Unhappy Refrain   [wowaka]

(Lyrics under the cut.)

Shotgun and a telecaster—
the words all aligned in rows, unhappy
All alone on the streets of the city
is it true you're scared by the sounds of gunfire?

Sing out louder till my voice just gives out
How much time is it now that I've wasted
Finally you came into my welcoming hands
So I can't very well just let you go free now, can I?

'ONE MAN LIVE, A SHATTERING SUCCESS'
In my head it's all a romantic story
We're all out of ammunition
So can we retrace our steps back from here

Time and time and time again we've picked out
Perfect, perfect, all to our convenience
To indecent living we've all said 'bye bye'
And soon we'll catch our ride out of here, ain't that so?

Dizzy now, gone around, and around, mistakes I made
Won't you please, teach me how, how to turn it all back now
I don't lack for a thing anymore, no more
That so? (That so) That so (That so) That so!

You say it, then is it, oh is it lucky?
After thirty nine seconds turning and skipping on repeat—
I saw it, I saw it! And is it happy?
I can't tell you that I really understand this
Countless, the sounds are piling up now
And neither an end nor a beginning are showing up still
So in short, and all told, there's no point at all
It seems that you are just as clueless as me right?
Looking past the screen, she's falling down again
An upside-down girl, only an adult's world

Shotgun and a telecaster—
There's not a single word left, unlucky
Beat and bruised, it's 'game over'
Hell, what an eyesore, don't you agree?

Falling hard it hurt to get back up, so I gave up on 'one more time'
Rolling on was error on my part— and each time had you rolling in laughter

'ONE MAN LIVE, A SHATTERING SUCCESS'
All this sentimentality post-party
Breaking up, it seems unanimous
So now can we turn ourselves about face?

Sing out louder till my voice just gives out
How much time is it now that I've wasted
Finally you came into my welcoming hands
Now tell me my friend, just how you're holding up

Dreams, no not dreams, nightmares now reocurring
It's the fate of those few who forgot just how to mess up
Begging please make me what what I want
No more! That so, that so, that so?

Why is it, I'm asking, why is it happy?
Wandering lost and empty eyed at four 'o' clock in the morning
Wherever I end up, well is that happy?
But hell this is a trial, so goddamn fatiguing
Why is it, I'm asking, why is it happy?
A road goes on forever, right under my feet here
But even that road is crumbling apart
At any rate you're standing right up in the way

You say it, so is it, oh is it happy?
After thirty nine seconds turning and skipping on repeat—
I saw it, I saw it! And is it lucky?
Funny. 'cause I don't seem to be seeing any reward
Countless, the sounds are piling up now
And neither an end nor a beginning are showing up still
So in short, and all told, there's no point at all
Right then, guess I'll be jumping off right away

Looking past the screen, she's falling down again
An upside-down girl, only an adult's world
And is that...?