I got my own roomnI've called to tell younThat there's a crack I can't explainnBut I'm so burnt outnnEvery tick, every little twitchnIs an indicatornOf the things that are bound to come laternEvery tick, every little twitchnIs an idicatornnMake no mistake, you betternRead between the linesnYou better take inventorynTake a good hard look aroundnnOne bad conversation's an invitationnTo the nextnI can feel the expiration datenGrowing heavier in my chestnnEvery ring, every little clicknIs a new remindernThat the baggage isn't getting any lighternEvery bone, every open door nIs a new dividernDo you wanna leave?nnYou better read between the linesnTake inventorynPay attentionnYou might need something for laternYou better take inventorynTake a good hard look aroundnBefore you hit the groundn