So now I'm here in my room,
Curtains closed, lights off,
And I'm all alone,
The Smell of dinner,
My mother's calling,
But I don't care, I enjoy this
And I've still got your shirt,
It fills this room with memories I can't forget
Now I make my way out of bed,
A flashback reveals pictures of you in my head
No, the doorhandle's turning
I don't want anyone else in here
I must get over you and move on
And I've still got your shirt,
It fills this room with memories I can't forget
So I'll sit back and count the stars I put on my ceiling
The stars outside, I try to hide because they remind me of,
Nights that we spent alone in my room
We always talked about our turn-ons
I want to forget