this is my therapy you breath life into me my only sanity within these walls is where i m free square peg round hole faces come and faces go there is so little cast in stone regarding life luck loss love but there is one thing that i know for sure these are the only crowded rooms because of these days i ll never have nothing at all because of these times there s only so far i can tell there will always be a place there will be a crowded room where i m not all alone the years have come and multiplied so much of me has been washed out with the tide still there s nowhere else that i d rather be drawn like a moth to a flame without these days i d have gone insane so many hearts pinned to so many sleaves within these blessed walls you have set me free there is no mistake that i m not free to make all because of six strings stretched across a board