Paroles de Doubts

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