Man, why do all you guys always want to
Split shit up into things like categories, types, genres?
People either have a habit of classifying things or not,
Like, they'll go, in this world, there are two types of people,
There's people who've got it and people who don't,
Or there are people who can get it done and people who can't, or whatever.

"Are you cheerful or gloomy?"
You can't calm down unless you put people in boxes,
Why don't you take a peek at what falls outside
The instincts you don't acknowledge? You don't feel like it?

What I'm saying it...it's just...it's not...that simple,
It's more...ambiguous...and nuanced...and indistinct.

For example, there are people who've got it but they don't flaunt it,
There are people who try but fail,
There are people who've got it but they act like understand it all,
There are people who are riddled with insecurity even while they act cool.

You're gifted,
I'm just an ordinary housewife,
Isn't that great? Isn't it wonderful?
Isn't that just complete proof that it's unattainable?

I'm not saying you have to have dreams,
I wouldn't be so irresponsible,
I'm just saying, don't be consumed by those habits,
When you drop those habits, you'll see your real worth.

We're just animals,
I like stuff like this,
What if I said this?
Normally, it just bubbles out a little bit at a time from my stomach.

We're just animals,
So we should come up with original habits,
Don't put yourself in a box,
Break that bad habit.

Break that bad habit.

I'm gonna say some things I shouldn't, as an adult,
To be frank, I get a lot of pleasure out of giving a lecture,
If I could have that as a side dish with my sake, that'd be fantastic,
But in the end, it has to motivate you.

That would be a win-win situation, wouldn't it?
This is just too bad, isn't it?
I mean, after all, it's all up to you,
After that, I don't really care either way.

What do you want to do next?
I want to believe that just asking that question
Isn't the end, but
If that's not the case, that's kind of an emergency.

You're all just existing in obscurity
In the "normal" box you've classified yourselves into,
My life is on easy mode,
Go ahead and be thirtysomethings sleeping in there.

I've always been a poor specimen,
So I howled, I pawed at the ground, I struggled uglily,
If you classified me back then,
Anyone would have put me in the box marked...

Everyone's always like "in this world, it's..." either money, or love, or luck, or destiny,
Why do you want to wrap it all up with a single word?

We're made of more ambiguous,
Complicated, indistinct stuff.
Don't brag like you've got it all figured out,
You don't even have the skill to put yourself into a box.

We're just animals,
I like stuff like this,
What if I said this?
Normally, it just bubbles out a little bit at a time from my stomach.

We're just animals,
So we should come up with original habits,
Don't put yourself in a box,
Break that bad habit.

We're just animals,
I like stuff like this,
What if I said this?
Normally, it just bubbles out a little bit at a time from my stomach.

We're just animals,
So we should come up with original habits,
Don't put yourself in a box,
Break that bad habit.

Break that bad habit.