Torched them all
Every mental image of you
So there's nothing left
Nothing there when I think of you
But pieces of you still plot in my head
With their plans to take it back over again
Face the blame
Or pretend to call
I don't call you mine
So don't claim me as yours
Purged them out
Any lasting impression left
Still nothing helps
Young dumb but never numb
But parts of you that still rot in my head
Petty shards I can't seem to shed
Face away
Or pretend to call
I don't call you mine
So don't claim me as yours