And I said
“Hey I really wish that you’d stay here by my side
But no no, maybe that would make it all wrong, I
Apologize, return to line
Exhale, you’re the C to my carbon dioxide

But no, I’m not drowning in some crazy fantasy
So call it what you want, but of course I’m living for me
Without a dream = without worry
Though maybe it’d be cool to be reborn differently, ah

It’s out now
Turn it upside down, all the things we say we hated
There’s not a bit of love, what a monster we’ve created
I wanna feel, let’s make it real
I still won’t believe that your heart’s made of steel

Trim away the fat, and slim down our emotions
Let’s go back to a time when there were fewer complications
Imagine how you’d like it now
Our spontaneity will bring the answer around

But you know if “healthy love” were to exist
It wouldn’t be like this

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union
Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation!
Two fools singing to a shallow melody
Restart, reflation, teleportation
Time and again we’re stuck in rotation
Circles inside a love without any ending, ah!

Aiya aiya, I’m so sick of love
I have had enough!
Aiya aiya, I’m so sick of love
I have had enough!

I’ve tried but
You will never change your ego in the slightest
Since you’ve unlocked the secret of treating yourself the kindest
Am I upset? I’m not upset…
We lose the beat we’ve always had with our breath

If only our story were a movie or a drama
I guess I’d try to stick it out until the credits roll on
But I would not watch it again
Everything was wreck from beginning to end

But you know
If “healthy love” were to exist
Could it really be like this..?

This so called age of needing to be needed
Sampling a “love” so we can’t live without it
And once it’s over, it distorts immediately
I guess I’ll wear my social lotion
Greasing the wounds to retain my emotions
Such is the twisted school of love philosophy

Though I know our “healthy love” was all a lie
The memories will stay by my side

We’re the Delusioned Victim Cash-in Union
Praise to the “love” that will bring salvation!
Two fools singing to a shallow melody
Restart, reflation, teleportation
Time and again we’re stuck in rotation
Circles inside a love without any ending

It’s the age of needing to be needed
Sampling a “love” so we can’t live without it
And once it’s over, it distorts immediately
I guess I’ll wear my social lotion
Greasing the wounds to retain my emotions
Such is the twisted school of love philosophy

Aiya aiya, I’m so sick of love!
I have had enough!
Aiya aiya, I’m so sick of love!
I have had enough!