B202 Video (MV)

There's this room that I'm stuck in
I get my job done and work alone

There's this room that I'm stuck in
I get my job done And work alone
Sometimes you come rush in
A place you sometimes think is home
And it feels like home
And It feels like home
And It feels like home
And It feels
And It feels
Like home

I feel like the guest in this house
And I'm not gonna leave 'till I'm kicked out
I wish I could call you up
But dying takes guts And I'm not brave enough
Study the books that you left around
What you underlined and how I'm overwhelmed
I remember everything you said
But I barely remember my promises
I could recreate you thought by thought
Just by thinking up everything I'm not
You told me not to mess it up
So all I do is mess it up

There's this room that I'm stuck in
I get my job done And work alone
Sometimes you come rush in
A place you sometimes think is home
And It feels like home
And It feels like home
And It feels like home
And It feels
And It feels
Like home

I'd let you spill yr sad thoughts in the obnoxious fluorescent light
When there's no sunshine outside And yer the only thing that's bright
I guess sometimes a little good still rounds down to zero
I guess sometimes I see you there and sometimes yer a mirror

There's this room that I'm stuck in

There's something that went wrong with some chemical or another
There's someone who can't be a mother friend or brother
The same error I keep making
The readings so distorted
It's the chance to try again
There's still a chance for it to run its course

This chorus
This room
This course
And It's back and it's in this room

There's this room that yer stuck in
You get yr job done And work alone
Sometimes I come rushing in
The place I always think is home