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 can't let go

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 sound 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 cause they remind me of nights that we spent alone in my room
We always talked about our turn-ons
I want to forget