In Your Room کے بول

We grew up sunburned and bare feet Our parents still married Our rooms still clean Looking back it all feels so fleeting My mortality hit at fifteen Left my bag on the city bus Fucked up over saying too much Got too drunk that weekend night Hoped to God they'd forget when we woke up My favorite painting's on my wall now And my childhood street sign It's funny when I look down I'm taller but I still sit in your room and cry And cry And cry And cry Coming of age is just a story It's a fallacy But it's mine to keep You've been there since the beginning And you'll be next to me When I get married Left my bag on the city bus Fucked up over saying too much Got too drunk that weekend night Hoped to God they'd forget when we woke up My favorite painting's on my wall now And my childhood street sign It's funny when I look down I'm taller but I still sit in your room and cry And cry And cry And cry And cry And cry And cry And cry Oh, and cry