Don't come to my room

If you've got nothing good to say

Can't run me over in a parked car



Ah nah nah nah



You're always speaking for sound

Tripping over words

I know it's habit and you mean well

you mean well



Ah nah nah nah



One of us is leaving

And it won't be me

You take my drum and you beat it

So it never heals



Ah nah nah nah



We know our lines too well

We are water tight

And all the good thigns that you mean to say

they get lost



Don't come to my room

When you've got nothing good to say

Can't run me over in a parked car

A parked car



One of us is leaving

And it won't be me

You take my drum and you beat it

So it never heals



One of us is leaving