Camera Roll - The Blue Stones

Don't go through your camera roll So much you don't know That you've forgotten What a trip, the way you can flip Through all the good parts of it I shouldn't have done it Chronological order and nothing but torture Scroll too far back, that's what you get I don't wanna see 'em, but I can't delete 'em It just doesn't feel right yet, not yet All the best, that's all that's left Cruel evidence, it does me no favors I should know, it's a place not to go When I'm alone, I'll just feel bad later Chronological order and nothing but torture Scroll too far back, that's what you get I don't wanna see 'em, but I can't delete 'em It just doesn't feel right yet, not yet (Hmm-mmm) Look at me, I'm living all alone And now you're only living in my phone Anyway, thanks for all the nights and the days And everything that you gave I'll never erase it There's one where we look so in love Before we lost all the sun And I made you take it

Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas The image is fading Of the man I used to be My poems are dated My stories are weak (my stories are weak) It feels like I'm waiting For a spark of energy But I've been here for days, and There's nothing for me (there's nothing for me) Yeah, I'm feeling like Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas I can't look at my face no more Self-talk is a useless chore And if these walls could speak It'd be a silence louder than my ears could take If I'm honest And I swear I rarely am Broke a promise To myself, I thought that I'd be better, I could change With every page I turn, I stay the same I can't break the chain And I'm feeling like- Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas (Running out of good ideas) (Running out of good ideas) (I'm feeling like-) (I'm feeling like-) (Running out of good ideas) (Running out of good ideas) (I'm feeling like-) (I'm feeling like-) Stressed, I've been locked down too long Left holding my face in my palms I'm running out of good ideas

Sick of little twitches coming right outside And, oh, My Lord I've been thinking lately maybe she's someone I'm yearning for Woah, I've been alone Yeah, I've been alone Woah, I've been alone Yeah, I've been alone I've been alone a long time! I've been alone a long time... Every time you see me you just turn around and head outside Every time you're with me you just take another shot of vodka Oh, I wonder if she thinks about me anymore Anymore, oh, oh, oh... Oh, I wonder does she think about me anymore Anymore, oh, oh, oh! I've been alone a long time And I don't need anyone I've been living it up So when the only time you hurt my pride Yeah! I've been 'lone a long time And I don't need anyone! I've been living it up Too many only times you hurt my pride Yeah! Oh, I wonder does she think about me anymore Oh, I wonder does she think about me anymore Anymore