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