Kikuo The Cat's Dining Table
At the non non-non-
Non-existent people-filled dinner table
The cat speaks, today too
There's nowhere they can go;
The children's ghosts
How come to adults don't die?
Perhaps this, or maybe that
Highschool- you don't have to go to highschool, that's why
Warped smiling faces line up
Possibly, possibly as such
There's no warning- none, none
None, and
They merely fell down
Those moronic children
That's why
Pet it, pet it, pet it, pet it
Together, so fluffy, forevermore
There are no adults left un-heartbroken
Our heartbroken selves gather
It's a crowd going to heaven, on the way home from school
One, two
Together with these good-for-nothing kids
Our good-for-nothing selves pet it
The non non-non non-existant people-filled dinner table
The cat is so fluffy, today too
Together with these children who have nowhere to go
Myself, with nowhere to go, sleeps
Dozing away, together with the cat we doze away
With the cat we doze away, everyone dozes away
Come along, come along, go, go
For our stopped-in-tracks selves
There are no children who did not leave broken hearts
Our broken-hearted selves are getting along
Pet it, pet it, pet it, pet it
Together, so fluffy, forevermore
There are no adults left un-heartbroken
Our heartbroken selves are getting along
It's a crowd with no clear destination, on the way home from school