Souvenirs Video (MV)

So far away it seemed to me then
When I was younger
Couldn't see it or comprehend
How you held on to the other end
Time slowed just enough
To let all my thoughts go pouring like smoke
That's just the price of growing old
Some have to go and some stay home
Lock me in the room
With all of the souvenirs
You left here in the wake
Of where you used to rest your head
I know I'd been afraid
But I was only seventeen and
Angry at the world
I swear I've hated airplanes ever since
Packed up all my scents in bottles
A cure for the loneliness
You took some shirts and pictures
For your new wall
To feel like home when your down
That's just the price of growing old
Some have to go and some stay home
So far away it seemed to me then
When I was younger
Lock me in the room
With all of the souvenirs
You left here in the wake
Of where you used to rest your head
I know I'd been afraid
But I was only seventeen and
Angry at the world
I swear I've hated airplanes ever since