Parody - Hikaru Utada

Late night broadcast

The TV looks at me with its blue eyes

No matter how often I change the channel

I can’t escape that gaze

No matter how many times I look in the fridge

It’s the same answer, an answer I’m used to hearing

The timelimit is about up I need more time, let me be Oh no, this is a parody

But to me, it’s my life story

Without waiting for me, the clock

Pretends not to know anything

I know, it’s a common story

But to me, it’s my life story

Not being some copy of someone else

I’ll write the rest of it from now

Facing the same way with everyone else

It’s the freeway

It’s just a coincidence

When the road split, it was sudden

Hurry me to the seventh floor, please

The elevator is unusually small

But no one else is here, so I feel safe

Set me free from thoughtfulness

Oh no, everything’s a parody

But to everyone, it’s a true story

Without putting any strength into it You pretend that you don’t need anything

I know a couple that looks just like us But they do nothing but argue

Without putting much priority on it

I’ll read the rest of it from now

Oh no, this is probably a parody

I’m sure for someone, it’s a fake story

I can’t wear any shoes but my own

That’s alright, since I can walk like that

I know, it’s a common story

But to me, it’s a real story

Without waiting for the rest of it

I’ll go to see you from now