this room has got a poison, tonight we drink it from the bottle

it's the lonely desperation defining who we are

this room has got a pain, so drink it down cause it tastes the same

as everything we could have been,

everything we should have been



hold us together, tear us apart

to keep us feeling better all along



leaving home, and tearing apart

taking back a little piece of my heart

filing through the doors in to the cold suburban night



we won't spend this night together

we won't be making plans that it'll last forever

I won't be home on weekends, I won't see you in December

and I won't wish you luck on finding someone better



hold us together, tear us apart

to keep us feeling better all along



a darker hour, sucking the light out

bringing us back to life



leaving home, and tearing apart

taking back a little piece of my heart

filing through the doors in to the cold suburban night

it was a cold suburban night that brought me back home