found myself in the empty house
the heat was off and the lights were out
i took your clothes and your dvds, speakers and hd screens
climbed in through the broken window
glass cut at me from every angle

remember in the good ol' days
we smiled but we wasted away
stood at the store when we were cold
told me you were eighteen years old

we were free from life itself
made our own rules and slept on the couch
we got higher than ever before
we were best friends but we needed more

spent the hours just for you
lookin' for the letter, and on cue
a tiny thing, fragile and pale
jessica, you've got mail

so we heated the bowl and inhaled the smoke
said i'd have one but i had six tokes
cream soda and coffee, friends and caffeine
all the girls couldn't wake jess up again

i found myself in the empty house
the heat was off and the lights were out
i packed your photos into your bag
burned myself on a single drag
climbed in through the broken window
glass cut at me from every angle

locked the door on my way out
said goodbye but it didn't feel right