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