Let Go/Trashed Floors

I felt alive for the first time in years

The night I destroyed what was keeping me here.

Ours were the hands that broke the chain with nothing to gain.

For kids who hate each other, this is a good place to live.

A clean stove, wood floors, 

A place that I would call home.

And up my stairs, I can tell that you're bored.

Let go trashed floors. I wish I never came home.

Pay my respects to last summer, and no pictures in the car.

If I'm living in the past, I'm not living.