I wish that this room had no windows
So I would never have to let the sun in
My friends all tell me that's not healthy
But they don't live inside my skin
And you don't know what to say
And you don't know what to do
And I guess it's all my fault
For leaning on you
But isn't that what friends are for
To pick you up off of the floor
To tell you it won't hurt no more
And not to twist your love into a chore
I guess I fell too many times
By scenarios of my design
I fell in love with getting high
Trying to escape my mind