Grant Wasserstein, Pt. 2

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 that matter so little
And other things matter a little bit more
Me and you
We can't wait to go outside
Certain things that matter so little
But other things seem to matter much more
Me and you
And our beat-up worn-down shoes

I wake up, I'm 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

Certain things that matter so little
And other things matter a little bit more
Me and you
We can't wait to go outside
Certain things that matter so little
But other things seem to matter much more
Me and you
And our beat-up worn-down shoes

When I wake up, I hope that everything’s the same
I hope there’s 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 (Don't forget your shoes outside)