Let's just talk like old times
Just ditch these stupid rhymes
Forget about the future, present, and past
That have constantly harassed
Think about a place
Where we leave not a trace
And no one knows except us
So no one can make a fuss
Forever we'll lie down in the grass
There is no foreseeable forecast
If you have regrets
You neednt fret
For all will be forgiven
In the real world of the living
