犬とバカ猫

This song smells like a scorching summer, where the asphalt smokes and emotions become thicker and stick to the skin more strongly than sunscreen. Conversations that once seemed important crumble like sand between your fingers, replaced by flashes of glances and inappropriate smiles. He is like a puppy, funny and helpless; she is like a person who realised too late that she was holding the leash too tightly.

The text is full of honesty, even unpleasant honesty: the admission that love was like family, but stopped working as love; that in special moments it is easy to get lost and stop seeing the real person next to you. The irony here is soft, warm - about how, when you fall in love, you can play against yourself. It feels bittersweet - like a glass of wine raised ‘to all the good things’ after all the good things have already passed.