I miss the paintings.
I miss the carpets that lined the floor.
I miss that rusty door.
Looked like it would fall apart.
I miss my windows.
I miss opening them, can with strong wind.
Though, I could go back. I’ll never be back.

I miss that family car.
Where we would sing our heart outs.
Hey do you thing that stain is still there?
You know were I crushed the goldfish?
I don’t know. I’ll never be back.

Hey that house you knew, do you know what?
It’s cracked.
Lost the keys to that rusty door.
I can’t find the keys to it.
But hey I got my car.

You remember that car?
I broke the handle.
I’m to afraid that the alarm will go off.
It might self destruct who knows.
It’ll definitely be a distraction and disturbance.

Great, I’m locked out of my mind.
And locked out my memories