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