Your room is a time capsule where nothing ever changes
I have this urge to move things around
I leave the windows open, and pretend the fog has lifted
cause last night I tore your posters down
you gotta let them go
those empty stars
there’s nothing there
behind their camouflage
they’re all grown up now
just like you
out looking for jobs
that they can hold on to
I met your friend I can’t recall his name he wears a trenchcoat
still got that diamond in his ear
down by the gym, I was about to go in, that’s when he asked me
if you still sometimes come back here
you gotta let that go
those smalltown stars
they still parade
the same old boulevards
you got to let it slide
find another way
and don’t you listen to me
I’ve had my say
the beach is empty, and there’s nothing on downtown
people tend to stay inside these days
you should call your Mum and let her know that you’re alright
you know how she worries when you’re away
they still play your song on the radio
the one you did with Claire
before you let her go
it's good to hear your voice
and if I had to lie
I'd say I do prefer her on the other side
your room is a time capsule where nothing ever changes