My brother was a dealer/ so, my mom, I couldn't heal her/ and my dad, he just shook his head./
As a kid I couldn't run/ and lighting up wasn't fun/ so i picked up a guitar instead./
My friends grew up sideways/ hidden under highways/ slinging out of truck beds./

Though I'll love them for life/ I wouldn't be surpirsed/ if they wound up on a corner dead./

Singing, "Nah, nah nah"

In a room I painted Red
This haunted home
Is where I lay my head

Nah, nah, nah
In a room I painted Red
This haunted home

Is where I said,

"I know this is wrong

This feeling that maybe I belong
And I know this ain't right
But this is life

Oh, what a life."

I became cunning/ but I took to running/ like I had a price on my head./

Cause my past was a monster/ and the memory haunts/ of the days I lived in the Red./
Though I was still a youngin'/ I swear I saw it comin'/ when my family all ripped to shreds./
Cause my brother was a dealer/ so, my mom, I couldn't heal her/ and my dad, he just shook his head./

Said my brother was a dealer/ so, my mom, I couldn't heal her/ and daddy just shook his head./

"Nah, nah nah"

In a room I painted Red
This haunted home
Is where I lay my head

Nah, nah, nah
In a room I painted Red
This haunted home

Is where I said,

"I know this ain't right

But I feel as though maybe this is my life
And I know this is wrong
But maybe I belong

Tell me now."

My brother was a dealer/ so, my mom, I couldn't heal her/ and my daddy just shook his head./

And all our dreams/ were tearing at the seams/ like a worn out blanket on my bed./
Said my brother was a dealer/ so, my mom, I couldn't heal her/ and my daddy just shook his head./
But I'm done crying/ and I'm sick of hiding/ in a room I painted Red.