I got my own room
I've called to tell you
That there's a crack I can't explain
But I'm so burnt out
Every tick, every little twitch
Is an indicator
Of the things that are bound to come later
Every tick, every little twitch
Is an idicator
Make no mistake, you better
Read between the lines
You better take inventory
Take a good hard look around
One bad conversation's an invitation
To the next
I can feel the expiration date
Growing heavier in my chest
Every ring, every little click
Is a new reminder
That the baggage isn't getting any lighter
Every bone, every open door
Is a new divider
Do you wanna leave?
You better read between the lines
Take inventory
Pay attention
You might need something for later
You better take inventory
Take a good hard look around
Before you hit the ground
