I've got my room the one with all my favorite colors in my world In their places on my wall I've got my shoes the ones I walk in with my Friends and talk about all the night with one another I've got your sweatshirt in my drawer The one you slept in on my floor That way wed be next to each other I've got my carpet soaked in blood, from all the nosebleed that i took That I took Certain things matter so little And other things a little bit more Me and you We cant wait to go outside Certain things matter so little But other matter much more Me and you And our beat down worn-out shoes I wake up in worn-out I can't feel my legs I hope that there's nothing that takes this away Cause I'm not done I know that you're leaving I can't make you stay But I know that you'll come back remember my name Remember these days When I wake up I hope that everything's the same I hope there are pictures of my bed and of my wall And when I wake up I hope that everything's alright like we never left We never forgot our shoes outside