Unit 402

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