Intro. move, that's my place, wacha
you and Tomas didn't get along, not even there, hopefully they talked to each other, even though the two of you weren't that different, they were equally phaloperous, they graffitied and all that vibe, maybe they crossed paths sometimes through their little groups, but nothing more, besides the fact that they went to the same school
Tomas always seemed like an attractive boy to you, but you couldn't help it that he fell a little to the side, you didn't give him much attention, nor room
one day, at school, you were alone and you decided to go to a big tree, you rarely went, you only went to rest for a while
you arrived, you sat leaning against the tree and started looking at literal nothingness, then you were fooling around removing grass, what do I know
in one, when you closed your eyes, out of nowhere you felt a voice
— move, that's my place, wacha, bye
it was Tomas, he said it with a tone of indifference, he was going there to smoke his joints or have fun, he was misplaced