It gets real quiet at night
When you're not around
Without all of your talking shit and talking my ears out
I made a figurine
Set it up on my shelf
I call it a monument for things that don’t count

Pin a medal on myself
Some false bravado
Can't tell if I need a hand or something to rely on
Left all of my memories
Back in Ohio
Out on my old street, inside of my house

Still doing the same things
Still rocking my style
Still always talking shit or talking too loud