Bedroom Melody

You’re just way too cool
Get caught up on things
Like how the carpet’s made of glue
Just my feet inside the window
Thinkin' about you
And how you’re home from school now
And if these blankets weren’t shackles
I’d write you up a letter
Full of all my memories
So they could reach you in your bedroom
Thinkin' about him
And how he’s home from school now
But I’m still held captive
By these dusty bookshelves
From the thought of you and I
Held ransom by old pictures
When I wasn’t selfish
And you were my best friend