Intro: He looks at the scenery outside the window The October sky is very clean The writing on the desk is too packed He wants to go outside to take a walk and take his mind off of things He’s letting his imagination run wild as he longs for the future He’s always very concentrated when he blanks out Writing a letter for his future self Hey Kong, can you hear me? Verse 1: Hey Kong, I’m sitting in the last row writing you a letter The field outside is very quiet, but I still can’t understand what’s going on in this math class O just sent me a text, she wants me to ride the boat on Saturday with her and her friends, but I don’t want to go I don’t want to go to school anymore, but I don’t want to disappoint my parents If I told my mom I wanted to make music she would probably say I lost my mind But next semester I can go off campus and rent an apartment Then I won’t have to forcefully squeeze through the crowded cafeteria, it’s too crazy there man ...