Lost Boys

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 fuck 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