Better days – Kenta Dedachi
Why do we argue
When there’s nothing to say
Why do we keep on pointing at each other
When it’s no one to blame
We started off on the wrong foot
Do I regret it？ I don’t really know…
Dried bouquet by the window
Remind me of what we used to have
Late nights and dancing on the cold kitchen counter
We’re spinning in love like a merry-go-round
Wish this love was forever
But when the ride’s over
We go back waiting for the better days
I’ve heard about treatments
That could fix all our wounds
But more that we try to fix it ourselves
The deeper it gets
We started off on the wrong foot
Do I regret it？ I don’t really know…
Dried bouquet by the window
Remind me of what we used to have
Late nights and dancing on the cold kitchen counter
We’re spinning in love like a merry-go-round
Wish this love was forever
But when the ride’s over
We burn out
And go back down
Oooooo
Cotton candy
Sweet like a daydream
We’re melting and fading
Forgotten in seconds
Oh I could go on
But you know it’s too late
What’s broken is broken apart
Late nights and dancing on the cold kitchen counter
We’re spinning in love like a merry-go-round
Wish this love was forever
But when the ride’s over
We go back, waiting in the line we are
Aching and bending like untuned piano
With every note, we go clashing again
Wish this love was just easier
Is it worth saving？
Now I’m here waiting for the better days