the east

Let's cut through the rush and throw leaves in the park

It hurts that your history, weeping trees like bark

We'll go find some treasure on deserted streets in the dark

Without a care in the world like we used to

Riding bikes in the park-like we used to

Hit up Messina get a cone and bowl like we used to

Gettin' stoned in my room like we used to

Singin' to our favorite songs like we used to

Lay in bed all day like we used to

But now, I wish we went outside