Independence Day
Verse
I’m taking it all down, my room needs to change
Getting rid of everything, I can’t sleep in its shame
I almost took it all down, until I found our first movie stub
Started seeing flashbacks of what this once was
At that point I called it quits and gave up
Seeing it reminded me of when you said we could fall so in love
Chorus
This rain smells of memories of you and I
But I’m not quite close enough to see the whites in your eye
And I’m trembling with fear of faith that I’ll disgrace
While they’re watching every catastrophic move I make
Verse 2
All the posters, they’re all gone, packed away in this empty box
I forgot they were covering a room enclosed by mirrors
Now I have a judge and jury, in each separate pane
Taking notes, writing down all of my shames
I can feel then glance at me, trying to steal each memory
Dissecting each one, trying to find out if I was ever someone
(I keep my secrets safe like an anchor stuck to the bottom of my chest)
(Try to get all you can, while I lay my head low to rest)
Chorus
This rain smells of memories of you and I
But I’m not quite close enough to see the whites in your eye
And I’m trembling with fear of faith that I’ll disgrace
While they’re watching every catastrophic move I make
Verse 3
All the bulbs in my room are slowly burning out
I don’t have replacements; they’re all one of a kind
Each one slowly sparks itself dry, burning cold till it’s final demise
Flickering above like our friendship
Breaking down like the casing just cracked
Slipping out the words our friendship lacked
Chorus
This rain smells of memories of you and I
But I’m not quite close enough to see the whites in your eye
And I’m trembling with fear of faith that I’ll disgrace
While they’re watching every catastrophic move I make
Outro
My sweatshirt reeks of his cologne
Your hair doesn’t smell like it does when you shower at home
When you fuck him do you think of me?
Being your first doesn’t give me a say in things
My sweatshirt reeks of his cologne
Your hair doesn’t smell like it does when you shower at home
When you fuck him do you think of me?
Being your first doesn’t give me a say in things
My sweatshirt reeks of his cologne
…I gave you that to wear when you were alone
…To remind you, you weren’t on your own
