**[Verse 1]** Two a.m. at the convenience store, the doors slide open “New trainee” on the name tag, third store now, still smiling Two cans hanging from my hand, tucked into a plastic bag Across the highway, Donki’s yellow sign is glowing in the dark **[Pre-Chorus]** *(I don’t need to look good)* *(I can be myself, no need to care)* *(Nobody’s watching)* *(That’s why I’m free)* **[Chorus]** Almost heaven, almost heaven Roadside little almost heaven The price tags are cheap, but the sky is free and wide Almost heaven, cheap and bright Just a little closer to almost heaven **[Verse 2]** The white parking lines are my runway The hood of my little car, my VIP seat The old man at the gas station across the road Used to be a real estate man, or so they say Nobody checks if it’s true But somehow, we choose to believe **[Pre-Chorus]** *(Residents of the discount aisle)* *(Queen of the half-price sale)* *(Tomorrow we’ll still be here)* *(Laughing anyway)* **[Chorus]** Almost heaven, almost heaven Bare concrete, the truest kind of temperature The number on the price tag Has nothing to do with what I’m worth Almost heaven, cheap and bright Just a little closer to almost heaven **[Bridge]** We live here, we live here Flickering streetlights take the place of stars Don’t measure me by your idea of “good taste” Worn-out Crocs on my feet, this whole town is my world **[Final Chorus]** *(Everybody)* Almost heaven, almost heaven Clink the cans, that’s our fanfare We don’t need luxury, we’re enough as we are Almost heaven, cheap and bright Almost heaven, almost hell But at least the cans are cold **[Outro]** I crumple up the receipt and throw it into the night Tomorrow, I’ll be just a thousand-yen stronger
