SIXTEEN!

I'm throwing away pictures that i never should have taken in the first place. And it's cold in my apartment, as i'm changing all the colors from the brightest reds to grays. Well it's 3 o'clock on monday morning, i'm just hoping you're not seeing his face. I've been getting calls in these hotel rooms long enough to know that it was him that took my place. And i hope this makes you happy now, that the flame we had is burning out. And i hope you like your pictures facing down, as even broken hearts may have their doubts. And i'm burning all the letters... Hoping that i might forget her and her bad taste that she left when she was leaving me. A life of barely breathing as she walked out of this place. And you dropped the note and we changed key, you changed yourself and i changed me. I really didn't see us singing through this, then you screamed the bridge and i cried the verse; and our chorus came out unrehearsed. And you smiled the whole way through it... I guess maybe that's what's worse. And i'm taking all your memories off the shelf, and i don't need you or anybody else. So take a look at me, see what you want to see when you get home.