初音ミク, Alva Karldatter Midnight Convenience Store

Humming fridges
Buzzing row of drinks
You in that faded sweater
Counting coins
Half-asleep
Microwave blinking
Two a.m. red eyes
We share a nod by the noodles
Both too tired to lie
Midnight convenience store
We’re the ghosts on the tile floor
Sharing cheap sweet coffee
Like it’s something holy
Midnight convenience store
What are we waiting for?
Standing in the freezer light
Acting like we’re just killing time
You grab strawberry milk
Say it tastes like being sixteen
I laugh into my paper cup
Spilling sugar on my jeans
Shelf of plastic flowers
Dust on every bloom
You say
"Pick one
It’ll never die"
It feels too much
Too soon
Midnight convenience store
We’re the ghosts on the tile floor
Sharing cheap sweet coffee
Like it’s something holy
Midnight convenience store
What are we waiting for?
Standing in the freezer light
Acting like we’re just killing time
Outside
The streets are empty (oh)
Inside
Your eyes are loud
"Guess I should head home now"
But we don’t move
We don’t move
Midnight convenience store
We’re the ghosts on the tile floor
Sharing cheap sweet coffee
Like it’s something holy
Midnight convenience store
Say you’ll come back for more
Two stray hearts in an aisle sign’s glow
Pretending that we don’t know