Old Room

Doorway into yesteryear
Same old bookshelf sitting here
Lying dormant as it's been
Old room, I am here again

The walls are bare when I'm not there
I should be going off somewhere

Reawaken growing pains
Thought you'd learn to chase them away
But you're back where you started and now it's a ghost of the comfortable quiet of home

The cold upstairs, the sturdy walls
I must have left and lost it all

Ripped up yellow rocking chair
Close your eyes and picture her there
And if I could go back
I'd save all the letters she wrote



Credits
Writer(s): Talia Rubenstein
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