Poke your head out of the sill There's nothing left out there to see In the air, there's just a chill A couple drunks out on the street (I know, I know, I know, I know) It's not the choice you would've made But here we are and blurry eyes Aren't quite enough to make it stop When you think about those things You thought you would have done by now It makes you sad and then you think How'd I end up here at all? (I know, I know, I know, I know) It's not the choice you would've made But here we are and blurry eyes Aren't quite enough to make it stop In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon Getting tired of the view In a house, in a room Getting tired of the view Getting tired of the view In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon (In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon) In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon (In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon) In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon In a house, in a room Gotta get out soon