Room to say, or conversation space Filled with empty lies and careless whispers Sax plays on with hairless jail-birds Room to finish speaking, share this awkward tension with me.
Room to balk at fake suspense, then? Room to crave an honest conversation Room to leave, no hesitation? Room to bleed upon this counter top My head is spinning, make it stop.
Take me to my room, my bed, and aloe vera. Got seven similar burns, let's say a brand Shot eleven pillars of sand out from my hands. The cops are calling, want to hear my demands I just want space, some time, some room.