There's bottle caps with bite marks In the back of my side drawer I slip them in my pocket on the days I miss you more You used me like a party trick to show off to your friends And I would turn a blind eye cuz I liked the attention You know me Always holding on to things that I don't need Taking stock of all the insults you would hide with grinning teeth And as every day passes me by I add things to my shelves Every dirty look piled ceiling high I'm a hoarder of this hurt And it hurts It still hurts And I still got that guitar pick I think you know the one You asked me to prom with it The words still haven't smudged 4 years now and counting that I've kept it on my desk One of the few nice things that helped me ignore the rest You know me Always holding on to things that I don't need Taking stock of all the shallow cuts That I cannot unbleed And as everyday passes me by I add things to my shelves Every pointed word piled ceiling high I'm a hoarder of this hurt Photos on my wall Injustice stacked ten feet tall I'm still holding on Because who am I without this love Endless letters never sent A whole years of this torment Strewn across the floor Blocking an exit to the door Out of this hurt Do you still hurt? No I'm hoarding both our hurt