This ordinary room is turning
into something of a prison oh
and the only thing we know for certain is that
don't nobody know
You think none of this real that's
why you never try
so tear me down or
build me up just the same
Oooh, aaah
Condone another lonely evening
when you're staying up counting omens
and the morning is it so disturbing that you
just won't let it go?
You think hurting gives you license (license)
to do anything at all (anything)
But you gotta take your medicine (medicine)
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
Oooh, aaah
It's a wonder anyone can breathe here
with the smoke to thick to cough
So we've fallen as we run for cover from the
bombs we're setting off
You think hurting gives you license (license)
to do anything at all (anything)
But you gotta take your medicine (medicine)
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
Oooh, aaah
Allow your hands to lose their grip and let it fall
So we watch another good day fading
How we gonna leave the hangman hanging
Girl one day you know we'll know
enough to get better
Oooh, aaah