Painting the walls of your room I cut my hand and started bleeding A drop of my blood got on the wall But you didn't see me I didn't cover the mark Or clean it off, or do anything I guess a part of me believed That it could keep me There in your room There in your room You said that I was the moon You were the sun, and we were separate But for a while we were there Sharing an orbit Now I just see you online Pixels in someone else's photo Scrobbling songs I've never heard There in your bedroom Painting the walls of your room You covered over everything I think I finally believe I'll never again be There in your room