I felt alive for the first time in years
The night I destroyed what was keeping me here
Ours were the hands that broke the chain with nothing to gain
For kids who hate each other, this is a good place to live
A clean stove and wood floors
A place that I would call home
And up my stairs I could tell that you’re bored
Let go trashed floors, I wish I never came home
Pay my respects to last summer
«no pictures in the car»
If I’m living in the past I’m not living