parks (original version)

There's pictures on my walls I've seen them all before They're swimming in the halls and on the ceiling Now I'm spilling on the floor Lock your door Won't see anybody anymore I'm wondering what my best friends stick around for Swimming in the dark, in the lake, in the park In the part of the place that makes your insides fall apart In the park, in the dark, pulled apart but it's an art Feeling strange sensations when I'm talking to you, sweetheart I miss your hair, I miss the way your standing there I miss the anxious flair I get when you're around I wish I could be more grounded, cuz then I might still be around I miss your bleach blonde hair I miss the things you like to wear "What a superficial f*ck, I guess he never really cared!" I miss your hair and the way you're standing there (But I'll leave you be cuz it's best you stay away from me) Swimming in the dark, in the lake, in the park In the part of the place that makes your insides fall apart In the park, in the dark, pulled apart but it's an art Feeling strange sensations when I'm talking to you, sweetheart