A few pictures from your past
And those walls you painted black
And the secrets that you keep under your bed
An unopened letter from your dad
A poster of your favorite band
It don’t matter I’ll take every part of you
All you have to do is let me in your room
Hangman we played hide and seek on the fire escape,
Through the smoke we saw the flame it was a long wait til the firetruck came.
Behind the church, hiding place. Apathetic to the devil’s face.
And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I’m losing my baby,losing my favourite game
Cause all that’s left is you and I
And I’m picking up the pieces
She left behind
ugh she’s so perfect. *momsen spam over*
