I did a deal with the devil in my bedroom. 

I sold my soul to forget you and the things we did. 

I needed to forget you.

But Lucifer, he’s a certified trickster.

I shouldn’t have done a deal with the devil but I was desperate. 

I was sitting in my bed all alone getting wasted.

But one dark night I grabbed his pen. 

I signed away my name. 

And I gave it away.

Please just take this pain away. 

Make me forget their stupid face.

Now my picture frames, they aren’t the same. 

My memories are now super lame. 

Why am I holding hands with a blurry face?

My camera roll, it looks so strange, so many selfies that I can’t explain. 

When did I get so lame?

 My pain is gone but now I'm insane.