were leaving your room
as you left it
as a shrine
your glow in the dark stars on the ceiling
the pope on the wall
whats left of you in the house dust
and the pictures of when you were small
i call you to see to see how your keeping
your doing fine
so they say
(chorus)
this
feels like
letting balloons go
out and up
into the unkown
im not afraid to say
ill wont end up that way
you me trying
given the circumstance
id gladly take the chance
you me trying
its the same
for you
and for me
its the same, same, same
(chorus)