Camera Roll
I deleted every picture of you off of my phone
I couldn't be held by the memories of you anymore
I couldn't have helped you even if I tried
So I rid myself of any ounce of evidence
That you were ever even part of my life
I would just sit and stare
At you all day and all night when I felt
All of my skin start to crawl from my bones
And you saved me from returning
To a place that I never want to go
But still long to reside in sometimes
What a change, what a change to be free
I don't know, I don't know what to do with that
I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I'll fail
So why should I try, why should I try to leave this cell?
What a thing, what a thing to be tied to a place
That you don't want to go
But you can't seem to find a way out
Now my camera roll's empty, but I'm still left here with you
I'm left with the memories of you that live on my skin
In my walls, in my tear-soaked carpet
My blood-stained bedsheets
My blue retainer case that I gave away in May
I'm left with the memories, no need for the pictures
I can't get rid of you, I can't get rid of you
I can't get rid of you
But maybe I, maybe I
Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I don't need to
But maybe I do
So how do I, how do I
How do I, how do I, how do I get rid of you?
How do I, how do I, how do I?
How do I, how do I?
I couldn't be held by the memories of you anymore
I couldn't have helped you even if I tried
So I rid myself of any ounce of evidence
That you were ever even part of my life
I would just sit and stare
At you all day and all night when I felt
All of my skin start to crawl from my bones
And you saved me from returning
To a place that I never want to go
But still long to reside in sometimes
What a change, what a change to be free
I don't know, I don't know what to do with that
I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I'll fail
So why should I try, why should I try to leave this cell?
What a thing, what a thing to be tied to a place
That you don't want to go
But you can't seem to find a way out
Now my camera roll's empty, but I'm still left here with you
I'm left with the memories of you that live on my skin
In my walls, in my tear-soaked carpet
My blood-stained bedsheets
My blue retainer case that I gave away in May
I'm left with the memories, no need for the pictures
I can't get rid of you, I can't get rid of you
I can't get rid of you
But maybe I, maybe I
Maybe I, maybe I, maybe I don't need to
But maybe I do
So how do I, how do I
How do I, how do I, how do I get rid of you?
How do I, how do I, how do I?
How do I, how do I?
Credits
Writer(s): Rylie Cowan
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