There were 16 cars on your wall....
I know because I counted them all
they were wrapped in blue probably brand new
over and over in my head my eyes never wondered
your ceiling was white with a fine line crack that spread to the other side
you kissed my cheek and fell asleep
I held you in my arms, wishing it wasn't you
god, how cruel
I was not thinking about you it was him, it was always him....
but you loved me and I didn't love you
the craving just wasn't there
even in all the late nights you held me dear
there were 16 cars on your wall, I counted in despair
but I didn't know what else to do
16 cars and a broken person pretending to love you.