The Rules - illuminati hotties

I’m still inside his room

I’m plastered on his walls

I’m drippin' from his drawers

With a clumsy hand I cannot take what’s mine

And turn the knob

I’ve grown too

Sentimental

Please grow too

And forget the rules

We could trace them on vacant pages

Read them off 'til they make no sense

We could shoot to unfold the corners

But a memory’s just a heedless child who skips rocks 'cross your head

And she tries to match your steps

'Til she bails for better tread

And she bails for better

I’ve grown too

Sentimental

Please grow too

And forget the rules

He’s still inside my room

He is written on the walls

In a font that is so familiar

With a clouded head I cannot comprehend his words at all

I can’t read them at all

I can’t read them at all

I can’t read them at all