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