Torched them all Every mental image of you So there's nothing left Nothing there when I think of you But pieces of you still plot in my head With their plans to take it back over again Face the blame Or pretend to call I don't call you mine So don't claim me as yours Purged them out Any lasting impression left Still nothing helps Young dumb but never numb But parts of you that still rot in my head Petty shards I can't seem to shed Face away Or pretend to call I don't call you mine So don't claim me as yours