This is my therapy
You breathe 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 fall
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 in like a moth to a flame
Without these days I'd have gone insane
So many hearts pinned to so many sleeves

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