take / book store (feat. bewhy)

They say I’m like a book store

T/N: The Korean title of this song is 'Kyobo Bookstore', one of the most popular/well-known bookstores in Korea.

Guess my heart’s easy to read

 

Are you just going to leave me on read? The chatbox is a small spring

Feel so small, like a speech bubble, no actually, like a water balloon

Makes me angry, getting tricked again by the buzz of my Iqos

T/N: Iqos is a brand of smoking alternative. It's pretty popular in Korea but basically he gets tricked cus he thinks it's his phone. It also sounds like "아이코!" an onomatopoeia for when you're surprised or hurt like "ouch" or "whoa" (sometimes)

I still risk my whole life on hope

 

The way I cry out for this love ‘till my voice goes out

Makes me seem like a wolf to all these girls, I guess

They say I’m like a book store

 

Not much of a tough guy, not very good at stuff like the push and pull

If I like you that’s it, I’ll give you everything from inside out

But I just end up letting you see right through me, that’s the issue

T/N: The direct translation here would be, "I'll even give you my gall bladder" lmaoo a very important body part!! But it leads to the line after, which could be directly translated as 'you can see my insides too easily'. So if he gives you his gall bladder then yes you'd be able to see his 'insides' very well!

 

I mean, if you’re done reading my heart in its entirety

At least have the decency to scrawl out a book report before you go

Isn’t that the polite thing to do?

I don’t want to speak badly of you

 

Hate how I see you in the other girls I meet

T/N: The word used here is '이성', which can either refer to 'the opposite sex' or 'reason'. So he's seeing this person not only in the other girls he meets but also possibly this person is clouding his reason/judgment.

Hate that I do that, and just hate you too

The next you won’t be you

Because of you, I bear it

Hate how I see you in the other girls I meet

Hate that I do that, and just hate you too

Screw everyone here

 

I guess all you like is a pretty cover

I still don’t really get the standard of beauty

Ah, why, why do I get more and more confused

Confusion is the price I pay for being with you,

It tortures me, 

Make you lonely, the way you want it

You’ve read me

Only my cover though, just the way you want it

 

Before you could even look in my heart you left

You were supposed to read me carefully but where are you now?

 

I just don’t understand why I

Have the last word

Rarely – no actually, often, I really

Can’t understand you

 

The way I used to be an open book for you in

My yesterdays, I regret it all

 

The way I let you read my expressions and clothes when you looked at me, 

Have become yesterday’s sin