I am afraid of most things I seem to face these days
Distressing what I used to call a normal and troubled sleep
Waking up soaked in my own sweat
Greeting the boogeyman as a dear old friend
And If every song I ever wrote was about you
But I'm quitting now
These words will last while I get out
I get it now
This is me dealing with being lost for so long I can't find a home in all my dearest ones
I'm leaving all the windows open
So we breathe again the same air as before
Take me back to '09 in my old room in Laranjeiras when I wasn't like this