Lost Boys - Spraynard

In my room there is a picture

Of you up on my wall

I knew you’d say you liked it

Because I’m the one that took it of you last fall

In my room there is a ceiling

That’s slowly starting to fall

Maybe one day it’ll collapse

Or maybe never even move at all

So let’s get lost just for the hell of it

Let’s fuck up just for the hell of it

I’m so sick of trying to be OK

Dear Anna, I think that it’s time you tried to mean anything to me