Oil Pastels

I remember But there's nothing left Except the oil pastels you left at my dads And a debt to the library Cause you had to have The Wolf of Wall Street And some book you'd never read And I would take them back But I dropped them off After you left When you hadn't called Remember Now I numb myself to sleep at night Remember Been a year, I still don't feel quite right Remember Started cutting my jeans for a change in life Remember Guess it's pretty sad still haven't lived mine