ÉPOCA

We grew up

Surrounded by trees

Lakes

Leaves

And snow

But we don't know

When's the time

To leave, or to grow

I guess that's how it goes

It's the last day of December and I couldn't be more in love

The bright-lights weren't up this Christmas

Ernie and I were super bummed

All those wasted hours, I'd do anything to waste them again

But where's the art

It's on the way

We're working on it

She said that it's an epidemic

Burying all those younger bodies

Recording all those record profits

With starving children out on the street

I really did feel the passage of time today

Insomnia's still getting the best of me

Another year

Another cycle

A patchy beard

And a sleepover

Keep my memory close and leave it that way

That's all I'm ever meant to be

So much has changed since the last summer

You learned to fight

And I lost my brother

If you wanted a metaphor, I hope you found it

It started all those years ago

Our parents basements

Turned new apartments

We lost the three

But gained It back

Our tonsils gone

My lungs are black

Este Época

Ya se acabo

Ya se acabo

Mis memorias

Ya me escapan

Ya me escapan

Este Época

Ya se acabo

Ya se acabo

Mis memorias

Ya me escapan

Ya me escapan