In my room there is a picture of you up on my wall
I knew you'd say you liked it because I'm the one that took it of you last fall
In my room there is a ceiling that's slowly starting to fall
Maybe one day it'll collapse or maybe never even move at all
So let's get lost just for the hell of it
Let's f** up just for the hell of it
I'm so sick of trying to be OK
Dear Anna, I think that it's time you tried to mean anything to me