Unit 402 – E For Explosion – letras

I’m standing over the place on the floor that we called homeWondering who will fill this space once we’ve moved alongWill 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 wishesSuch as tattoos and movies in graveyardsAnd rooftops and serious lack of picturesSoon they will sanitizeAnd sterilizeAnd wipe away all of our soul’s glitchesStaring out the window I see way more reflectionThan I do city and I’m thinking I might miss this.Just get me the hell out of hereSomeone please… get me the hell out of here.They’ll plaster all the holes to hide all of our attempts to make this our ownThe smell of new paint will drown the last of your perfume once we goIf they ever find the place where I hid our names they’ll know…I never cared if we were young or naive orAfraid as long as you weren’t letting goJust get me the hell out of hereSomeone please… get me the hell out of here