I'm standing over the place on the floor that we called home Wondering who will fill this space once we've moved along Will they feel so lost... Will they hold on for dear life... Were we so wrong? Is it youth or naivety... fear or love that keeps us hanging on?
I'm already finding myself lost between regrets and wishes Such as tattoos and movies in graveyards And rooftops and serious lack of pictures Soon they will sanitize And sterilize And wipe away all of our soul's glitches Staring out the window I see way more reflection Than I do city and I'm thinking I might miss this.
Just get me the hell out of here Someone please... get me the hell out of here.
They'll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our own The smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we go If they ever find the place where I hid our names they'll know... I never cared if we were young or naive or Afraid as long as you weren't letting go
Just get me the hell out of here Someone please... get me the hell out of here.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
