Dark Room

Don't take me to a dark room, or push a script for pills for being stressed

Over fifteen years of shoveling dirt on tired memories that I've since laid to rest

Don't take me to a dark room, or push your plow on this hallowed ground

These roots run deeper than you've ever known, no matter what you think you've found

Is that the best that you've got for us when we get back home

Is that the best that you've got, just try to spit shine this chrome

Don't take me to a dark room, cuz you won't read me like a book

Flip through pages but you don't see me, what I've given or what I took

Is that the best that you've got for us when we get back home

Is that the best that you've got, just try to spit shine this chrome

If you really want to know, there's a place to go

Take me to a corner bar, sweep up the ashes and mend the scars

I ain't going out to be seen, it's where I go to come clean

Saddle up on an empty stool, another round and maybe shoot some pool

Right now it's bottled sympathy for being down on one knee

And confront what we leave behind

If you really want to know what's on my mind

If you really want to know what's on my mind

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