How / Decisions

Is it a matter of time, or is it more?

I feel like we're supposed to die before we get old

There's nothing rushing between you and I, so let's talk slow

But could we talk about the good old days?

You know you talk too much

You know you talk too much

This is my final decision

I dropped out of college because I believe in my vision

And my parents supported but they didn't tell the family

Too ashamed of a son following his dreams to fullfill his emptiness

Look, I was just a kid with a guitar in my room

Writing those sad tunes

But the other day, out of the blue

40k people knew my name

Living in Brazil, nothing is real

Ask all those people in jail

How can you be an artist

When the whole country is going through hell?