In These Walls

I feel you in these walls

You're a cold air creeping in

Chill me to my bones and skin

I heard you down the hall

But it's vacant when I'm looking in

Oh, who let you in?

You walk around like you own the place

But you never say anything

I caught you walking straight through my walls

Guess it was all my fault

I think I let you in

Look, you said I never wrote a song for you

So I hope this one is haunting you

You said even if it took forever

That me and you would be together

And I never thought that you would lie

So I'll admit I took advantage of your precious time

I'll admit I took advantage of you every night that I was on the road

Even at home I wouldn't do you right

I'll admit it, but don't think for a minute I'ma let you

Convince me that what we started is finished

Or for a second that I wouldn't take a bullet to the head for you

Paint the bottom on my floor red for you and kissed by an angel

Touched by the devil, blood from a nose red as a rose petal

I think we're caught up in a power trip

She my Kate Moss, I'm her Johnny Depp

Light pull the fast life in the fast lane

Lights in the cab night drinkin' champagne

Ice make a last ice for the back pain

With the knife on the dash, pipe with the ashtray

And we fuck with the lights off, break a lamp shade

Did it twice in the room, once in the matinée, oh

Hide all the fresh wounds like a band-aid

With the stripes on the black suits for the campaign, oh

What a damn shame

King of the underworld, what a damn name

'Cause he killed all the other girls in the damn frame

For a queen that he never realized had fangs

Damn, do you feel what I'm sayin'?

Take a knife in the back, wanna feel my pain

Make a slice to the wrist to reveal those veins

I could see your face, man I feel insane

Never thought that I would feel like this

Such a mess when I'm in your presence

I've had enough, think you've been making me sick

Gotta get you out of my system, yeah

It's my house

And I think it's time to get out

It's my soul

It isn't yours anymore

It's my house

And I think it's time to get out

Yeah, I think it's time to get out

Yeah, yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa

(Yeah, I think it's time to get out)