The room was painted blue
An unusual one too
The distance between walls descreases every month or two
Used to blame it all on them
Now me
Nothing now was good as everything
Let me make this clear
Get me out of here
The holes still in the floor
From the night before
Exposing all the rusting nails and two by fours
Used to blame it all on them
Now me
Nothing now as good as everything
Let me make this clear
Get me out of here
Introduce me to your friends there
Then I'm gone
Call if anything changes
I'll be home
All of the good people saying "Have No Fear!" I have the feeling this won't be the worst day of the year
Some things never change and it still seems
Nothing still as good as everything
Let me make this clear
This is not my year
I will make this clear
I want out of here
