don t leave me in this room the walls are closing in this is the space i used to say the line is drawn for you each day but every day you show with sound of caving walls some day this song will have no pulse and i ll cave alone but there we are waiting for your answer your arms speeded elation beating out your salvation but when the tape stopped you were gone a half measure from home home home this week i recreate edit you back into the blare that could define you coveted by few who knew the phone rings without pause this grief wills everyone all i have is a shitty song how could it ever be enough so here we are in our final accord a mortician and his tools sonically bury you you could have chose another chord to resolve on on on