Perfect timing to run away from maths
Perfect timing to run away from stares, gloomy walls, grids
And the worst meals of the entire universe
All that Lucas wanted was to go back to Thailand
It was certainly hell but not as hellish as here
All that Ana wanted was to stick with him
Even she certainly had nothing to do in Thailand
The only mission left was to find plane tickets
Or at least some money to buy them
But there were no-one left alive to beg
So Lucas rushed into his father’s old office
And invented from nothing a story of long-lost-treasure-to-be-find
Surprisingly, everybody bought it
Unsurprisingly, they all wanted to come with them.
J.K