Look at all of the things left in our old room.
Shook up emotions brings out a dust broom.
Furniture which holds all of possessions we knew.
A bed that’s big enough made for two, which lays only one now because we were threw.
Do you remember the things we used to do?
Keeping each other company as we laughed like fools.
So many memories in between four painted walls, on top of this floor, and...