Complimentary "Unit 402" Ringtone 



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.



 Complimentary "Unit 402" Ringtone