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