Room To Talk - All Get Out

I’ve got nothing to say

Pockets full of pennies that shake

All I know is where I am

Where I’ve been is irrelevant

I try to find my rank in the room

Every corner of the place has been used

It feels like I should up and leave

But then what would I be for me?

I felt unsure, like was it me?

Am I not normal?

Did everyone succeed or find an out?

It feels informal

I watched a hole in all of my obsessions

Hug you breathless

A darkness in the soul of my reflection had to go

I know, I know

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know?

I’ve got nothing to pay

Pockets full of pennies that shake

All I know is what I am

Refusing to meet the end

Thumbing through the pages again

Fold them up all over again

I’m not afraid of what I’m worth

Afraid that you’ll never know

So what, you let us down

We got to go now

Symptoms adding up

You know it’s true

It’s time to grow now

In the end, you’re free to be the sum of all your failures

Or turn it inside out to meet the final narrative

I’m alright, but not at all

Kind of hate it

A lovely piece of wood that won’t get used, so it gets wasted

And maybe I could make a decent dollar selling T-shirts

Or quit it all and take an easy dollar from your church

I know, I know

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know?

What do I know?