It's 5 again, the air is thin.
No sunlight through my window.
An early drive to give up my time
And think about getting out of these 4 walls.
Long roads, late nights,
One more month to go.
Let's leave this place.
Long august days have gone away,
And the nights of staring at the sky.
No lying back in summer grass
But this is what i chose.
Remember this time spent
With our best friends
(this time, we gotta get away)