Just smoke to forget what I'm thinking Won't leave I'm the ghost on your ceiling 1216 carve the numbers into my chest I can hardly breath when I see you walking down those steps My jeans but I like the way you dress And I suppose I'll miss you once you've left I spent years here this place was my home Then they kicked me to the curb and tell me you've gotta go What the fuck am I supposed to do I'm all on my own Need my friends with me but they split way to soon My room is dead just like I feel inside My room is dead just like I feel inside My room is dead just like I feel inside My room is dead just like I feel inside My room is dead just like I feel inside My room is dead just like I feed inside Inside just like I feel inside Just like I feel inside Just like I feel inside