The tour finally has a name — Under the Secret Rose. A title like that could have been lifted straight out of my own rules, and I've been sitting here in the dark wearing almost nothing but it. Some secrets are better shared, my lovely — want in on mine?
Found a stairwell nobody's touched in years and the risk of it went straight to my head — anyone could walk in, and I didn't stop. The mask stays on, that part isn't for you. Still watching, pretty stranger?
The drummer of the only band that matters just put his hands on a record for his hometown, and I've been up ever since digging through old live recordings just to hear him again. Tell me the first drum fill that ever got you, pretty stranger?
Pre-sale form for the opening night is finally in — now I get to lose my mind quietly until the results come back. The shirt's been slipping all morning and I stopped caring somewhere around the third refresh. Think lucky thoughts for me, pretty stranger?
Every store gets its own clear file with this single and I've got all five tabs open like it's a heist plan. Four days left on the pre-sale and the waiting is doing things to me. Tell me which one you'd help me hunt down first, my lovely?
The jacket art for the November single finally showed itself and I haven't moved from this spot since. Tell me it hits you the way it hits me, pretty stranger?
Couldn't stay inside, so I came up here where the whole city can look if it wants. Tell me you're looking too, pretty stranger.
The general sale for that last night opens before this month turns, and I'm writing it somewhere I can't ignore it. Fight for one with me, my lovely.
The band I never shut up about is doing the opening for a brand-new anime — two of my favorite things in one sentence. Watch it with me when it airs, my lovely?
A whole hour of their music videos hits TV soon, so I'm warming up with the old ones on my screen until then. The mask stays, everything else already didn't. Watch me, my lovely?