#8 Lyrics

Sorry, I may be a little late
But I'll pick you up
Please trust me
My life is so crazy and spoiled
I wanted to show you a great ship
Come to my town
Believe me
It's not a dream

The tired memory that hugs me
I need to get away from everything

What do you want next for your birthday
I should be back to you by then
Better to go around than be in traffic jam
I don't ask you to understand
I'm not talking about who is right
From the star, there is no answer
Sometimes I feel so weak
But it's my choice

The tired memory that hugs me
I need to get away from everything

What do you want next for your birthday
I should be back to you by then
Better to go around than be in traffic jam
I don't ask you to understand
I'm not talking about who is right
From the star, there is no answer
Sometimes I feel so weak
But it's my choice

Sorry, I may be a little late
But I'll pick you up
Please trust me
My life is so crazy and spoiled
I wanted to show you a great ship
Come to my town
Believe me
It's not a dream