In The Next Room

O holy ghost of eternal discontentment
Help yourself to the helm, be an anchor when I let you in
O holy weight, o tremendous radiant doubt
Come blend in with something that I need till I can’t pick you out

‘Cause in every place I’ve ever lived in
The same voices are talking from in the next room
It’s not so bad that I’d call it a habit
Just something I can’t seem to stop wanting to do

There’s chatter that’s less of good luck and more of poor taste
Some good fortune’s no more than a joke or a blessing misplaced

‘Cause in every place I’ve ever lived in
The same voices are talking from in the next room
It’s not so bad that I’d call it a habit
Just something I can’t seem to stop wanting to do

But even so, I don’t know
How these shadows can grow
When nothing ever casted them out
How I came to be at the feet
Of some dark deity
No one ever told me about

With every whisper of some slight absolution
Every angle’s begrudgingly laughing at me
Every word is the joke that I’ve stolen
But I’ve committed and truly it’s all in the delivery