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