The room was painted blue, an unusual one, too
The distance between walls decreases every month or two
Used to blame it all on them, now me
Nothing now as good as everything

Let me make this clear
Get me out of here

The hole's still in the floor from the night before
Exposing all the rusting nails and two-by-fours
Used to blame it all on them, now me
Nothing now as good as everything

Let me make this clear
Get me out of here

Introduce me to your friends there
Then I'm gone
Call if anything changes
I'll be home

All of the good people saying, "Have no fear"
I have the feeling this won't be the worst day of the year
Some things never change, and it still seems
Nothing still as good as everything
Let me make this clear
This is not my year

I will make this clear
I want out of here