it\'s early morning in Tokyo
you\'ll still be fast asleep
on your futon in the loft
of Ryota\'s new apartment
you\'re never coming back
no matter what you say
maybe we\'ll meet someday
you\'ll bring me to Kuwait
I haven\'t slept since you left
trying to live on your schedule
just in case you call
sometimes you call
you only ever hugged me once
it was as firm and secure
as you felt the first night we met
the first time we spoke with real voices
and not diluted conversation
it was the night in April
when you rejected Sayaka
and walked me home in the dark
still a little tipsy
all of our serious talks
happen under alcohol\'s persuasion
makes me sick to my stomach
but things are a little easier
everyone spoke about us
we both heard the whispers
wrong person, wrong time
but how I wish you were right
I speak out of loneliness
all too often
call me tonight?