so now i'm here in my room curtains closed lites off and im all alone the smell of dinner my mothers calling but i dont 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 door handles 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 cause they remind me of nites that we spent alone in my room we always talked about our turn ons i want to forget

and i've still got your shirt it fills this room with memories i can't forget
and i've still got your shirt it fills this room with memories i can't forget
and i've still got your shirt