How many other bands sing from the perspective of a scab without turning it into some romantic metaphor… or about scabs in general?
I am a scab, born from a scrape on your knee.
Summoned by your cries, following a fight you had after class.
Nice to meet you, let’s be pals. Don’t go pullin’ me off just cause you’re itchy.
I probably won’t be around long, but for now let me handle this.
Sitting, knees up in the tub, water splashing drip-drop,
just watch the hot water there, don’t let me get wet.
But I did get wet. A rain of tears. Does your knee still hurt?
You want to make up, but you’re too embarassed to do it
It’ll be alright, all wounds heal. I’m sure you’ll be as good as new.
I see you’re apologizing, that’s very big of you,
I’m sure that kid’s been wanting to say something too.
Say, did you notice? I’ve gradually gotten smalller and smaller.
Check it out, that kid’s coming this way. Be courageous. End it with a handshake.
It’s just like I told you. Wounds do heal. And then things are as good as new.
Goodbye, play nice with each other, don’t worry about little old me
I was happy just to see your smile for the first time.
I’m glad I was born on your knee.
Now don’t go hurting yourself just because you want to see me.
I’m a scab. Been waiting a long time to see you again,
but frankly, it’d be best if we never met again. I want you to be careful not to get hurt.
Then again, it’d be nice if you’d take a spill every now and again.
Translated by: Brian Stewart & Takako Sakuma