So now I'm here in my room,
Curtains closed, lights off,
And I'm all alone,
The smell of dinner,
My mother's calling,
But I don't care, I enjoy this.

And I've still got your shirt,
It fills this room with memories I can't forget.

Now I make my way out of bed,
A flashback reveals pictures of you in my head,
No, the door handle's turning,
I don't want anyone else in here,
I must get over you and move on.

And I've still got your shirt,
It fills this room with memories I can't forget,
And I miss your touch,
And the sounds of your voice I can't forget.

So I'll sit back and count the stars I put on my ceiling,
The stars outside, I try to hide because they remind me of,
Nights that we spent alone in my room,
We always talked about our turn-ons,
I want to forget.