Hand-me-downs

The room looks so much smaller now There's nothing on the walls And I feel seventeen again Pretending to like your shitty friends Hating every book until the end I don't know how much has changed Come home early stay up late Hand-me-down beliefs that I still Sometimes wish were true But this apartment's just a room And nothing reminds me of you Turns out there wasn't much to lose I don't know how much has changed Come home early stay up late Driving back roads to your parents place I don't know how much has changed