Trimed sky blue walls countless windows
curtins pulled aside letting the sun peek in
white picket fence our balconey our swing
all the dreams we never got to begin
. . So all i have are some pictures
videos of us
still frames of the past all we had
all that didnt last. .
I cant see our room
sleep in our bed our saton sheets
to say the least this house means nothing to me
an the empty closet for all your clothes
just space i no longer need
like our double bathroom half complete
like me the one person i cant stand to see
so i covered up all the mirrors
covered up or turned around
so my lone reflections not found
. . Now all i have are some pictures
videos of us
still frames of the past all we had
all that didnt last . .
Next to the kichen where i swear sometimes i still hear you sing
i join in realizing i sing alone
the fans spin slow
like out memorys
all our hollow meanigless things like your ring
. . Now all i have are some pictures
videos of us
still frames of the past all we had
all that didnt last . .
an the Trimed sky blue walls with countless windows
well i whached it go up in smoke an like the flames
i accened over all the dreams we never got to begin