Funeral Homes - Oil Pastels Lyrics

I remember
But there's nothing left
Except the oil pastels you left at my dads
And a debt to the library
Cause you had to have
The Wolf of Wall Street
And some book you'd never read
And I would take them back
But I dropped them off
After you left
When you hadn't called

Remember
Now I numb myself to sleep at night
Remember
Been a year, I still don't feel quite right
Remember
Started cutting my jeans for a change in life
Remember

Guess it's pretty sad still haven't lived mine