Frames

In so many words

At home at the bar

Park at my apartment tonight

All of these frames

I swear that they're haunted

I wanted to gift them to you

Stop calling my bluff

As you stand at the door

I guess that it's time to grow up

In all of my ways

Well I guess this is sorry

At least the closest you'll get

I rooted up leaves

Now they're all falling

Dead on my dreams or some bullshit like that

Stop calling my bluff

As you stand at the door

I guess that it's time to grow up

Stop calling my bluff

As you stand at the door

I guess that it's time to grow up