Ah, there's no way this could be salvaged; the bullpen's full of scrubs
Even this shallow sort of youth, and these tears couldn't possibly do anything
I can't even laugh at it, it's not even the sort of thing that could make up a single scene in a comedy
It's the sort of life that's equivalent to stirring up lukewarm chowder

How long shall we pretend that everything about me isn't buttoned up wrong
I see, there's no use in protesting anymore

Accidentally escaping from the scene of a fire, pouring in good intentions and oil
My lifestyle, and my plans for the future, they're all turning to potatoes
I bring tomorrow to a simmer and dissolve it away, bringing it to a boil as everyone stares coldly
My future, and my vision of success, they're all turning to potatoes

Let's all stay soaked and break apart like this, melt down the future into liquid
Living like that, let's all go and get crumpled up

There isn't any time left, you have no rights to look down on us like that,
The booing from the riffraff seems like a medal of honor now
I can't even laugh at it, it's the kind of thing nobody would even say
Like I'm an idiot who can't do anything else I go in circles, simply turning to butter

At the start, I really didn't mean for this to happen, won't anyone believe me?
Though, there's absolutely no room for a counter

With a face that seems to know nothing, tossing in kindling at a critical moment
My lifestyle, and my plans for the future, they're all turning to potatoes
Cooking tomorrow until it's well-browned, burning it to the point where it's unrecognizable
My future, and my vision of success, they're all turning to potatoes

Let's all stay soaked and break apart like this, melt down the future into liquid
Within this bowl, let's distract ourselves from our troubles
Living like that, let's all go and get crumpled up