Ryan Grimm - False Vegas (偽ベガス) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Nothing scares me more than looking at a mirror in the dark
The men with the guns and the ghosts they'll become
Are a boring little walk in the park
Spend all day looking for ways to waste my time
Like crying in a fitting room, kissing boys who hate me too
And framing empty valentines

I knew a boy who lived his life afraid of his own shadow
He had rough hands and we liked the same bands
And his touch was all that mattered
I keep his name tattooed on the back of my neck
Cos I breathe for him forever
And when he left me, I kept it the same
And I never mind the chatter