Lost Boys

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