Cê Tá Com Tempo?

Hey
How's it going?
It's been a while since I saw you hanging around
You must be wondering
What the hell I'm doing here
I know
This ain't the right time
To be ringing anyone's doorbell

It's cold out here
But in here, it's a universe of words
Crafted phrases
Maybe even an apology
Asking to hang out
We don't choose
Or maybe we do
Certain annoyances

The sky's dark
But I want to make it clear
I'm here to shoot the breeze
While outside, the path's the opposite
I'm here to shoot the breeze
Got time?