Can’t tell you why that this house it looks haunted.
And I feel like that I am the last man on earth.
With all these pretty Japanese girls walking around.
Demanding Prada for nada, while I struggle with mata.
And I got to say that this shit ain’t easy.
But thankfully the landscape are so very pretty.
So, I think I will die here at least in my dreams.
I got a girl back home who really misses me.

I’m lighting up like your sister’s face.
And I can’t wait to get out of this place.
So how does this get us back to the Summer?
Where we laid around never feeling no bummers.
We’ll whistle tunes our mother’s taught us,
Before, they’re comedy fodder.
I’m walkin’ round with a broken knee.
I’ll come to you as I be.

I hear the words you say in your sleep.
While I’m making these jangly beats.
I haven’t understood a single word,
In the past two or three weeks

I don’t know who the hell I know,
Or who I’ve yet to meet.
I listen to your voice silky sweet
Coming from computer speaks.

Pinkerton said it all in song,
I swear it won’t be that long.
Being moved to tears, by Tony Bourdain.
How I miss the day to day.
Don’t know how I feel to complain
That Japan is pretty mundain.
I’ve been excited, I’ve been scared.
But I’ve been told I’m something rare.
Call me stingy call me weak.
But it’s really cold and I want your heat.
Genki desu ka? Free at last.
Forget that I want the past.
I’m waking up in the middle of the night.
With the following phrase ruining my life.
What if we come back from missing
each other only to find out,
we ain’t each other.