180 Hours

Never been that lucky man, unsure about anything or
Choosing better paths
Falling in love with girls who don't like boys
Or that kind who’ll make my chest bleed

13 years, it should be less, it could be more
Nothing seems to matter since that August 4th
We've never lost one single minute throughout
Those 180 hours of secret cheerfulness

It was so much fun, so freaking lovely
It took the wrong way
When you heard stuff from them
Even that psychohistory won't be enough to calculate
The date I'll regret

Do not get in touch, no kindness and don't worry, please, she said

I just thought: Why this? Why now? It could've been better
If I'd met someone who didn't like TV either, somehow
Through the darkness of her eyes, I was just hoping to find
Any breath from that red voice
Breaking down, I'm breaking down
Break damn protocols

It was so much fun, so freaking lovely
But it took the wrong way
When you heard stuff from them
Even that psychohistory won't be enough to calculate
The date I will regret

Do not get in touch, no kindness and don't worry, please, she said to me