Memories Of The Ones We Hate The Most - Favez
Oh we gave you all the hopes we couldn't share
An a fraction of the air
And we held on to the strips of what was right
To the fading rays of light
These rooms are full of ghosts
Of the memories of the ones we hate the most
Hell you grew up pretty easily I'm sure
Mary queen of Arkansas
It's too early for the dreaming or the stars
And it's too late for the bars
These rooms are full of ghosts
These rooms are full of ghosts
Of The memories of the ones we hate the most
These rooms are full of ghosts
Of the pictures of the hosts
These rooms are full of ghosts
Of the memories of the ones we hate the most
