Spraynard
lost boys
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In my room there is a picture of you up on my wall
I knew youâd say you liked it because Iâm the one that took it of you last fall
In my room there is a ceiling thatâs slowly starting to fall
Maybe one day itâll collapse or maybe never even move at all
So letâs get lost just for the hell of it
Letâs fuck up just for the hell of it
Iâm so sick of trying to be OK
Dear Anna, I think that itâs time you tried to mean anything to me