Someone tell me how do we run from this place?
How do we run?
Where could we go?

Maybe we could go to Mexico but speak Portuguese so they leave us alone,
But we can’t use the tickets as we’ve used them for roach as we approached the petrol station to see who remembers how to feel the most.

But then again,
I hate to think that;
Maybe we shouldn’t run.
Maybe we can’t be free.
Maybe your our freedom is when there is no we,
And no me.