Años 80

When you made me call I didn't suspect
Colorful clay, underwear, memories from out there
Science fiction comics, inner life

And I don't want to go back
Don't ever tell me you don't know what time it is
7:27, right?
I'm done

I won't miss you in September
I'll see the girls pass by in the dead summer

It will be like that 80s song
I'll be like the guy I used to be

Bloody marys at the bar
A déjà vu, matrix is changing
Because of the brutal confession of your story

And I don't want to go back