Verse:
The stories that your eyes tell are becoming lesser known
It’s hard to become familiar with something you’re never shown
Photographs became more familiar a long time ago
And everything’s changed, but you really wouldn’t know

Because you’ve abandoned me for a life that’s a little more fake
I’m the soil from where you’ve grown, but you’re bringing out the rake
They don’t know you like I do and they don’t really care
But on the other hand I’ve never seen you give me that glare

Chorus:
I hate the place where your pictures hang
And I hate this room, cuz it’s where you and me sang
I hate this bass guitar; it’s where I watched you try to play
But I hate this bed, cuz it brings me dreams of yesterday

Verse:
You think I’m overreacting, but why don’t you look in the glass?
Behind your reflection, is our shattered past
And breathing is welcome but not required
I thought I was stuck in your memories, but you’re bringing out the pliers

Chorus

Verse:
You may think that it’s starting, but I’m over and done
I really hope that it’s finished, but it’s just begun
Time without you, the absence of your voice
I don’t know why I feel so bad, cuz it was your choice

Chorus

I hate the place where your pictures hang
And I hate High School, cuz it’s where you and me began