Et Cetera

Please rip a page out of my book
With nothing to do
fantasies come to life
Losing all the dot dot dot

Momentary pictures of these dreams
Grab them and there gone
Bye Bye pretty maybe
Something different

Someone says et cetera
Remember muerto, memento death
But how can I
Picture all the pieces

Momentary pieces of these dreams
They are all gone
Bye Bye pretty maybe
Something Same