Driven conversations, even I can read   Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream (Not sure about this sentence)   Taking medications, in the back of the room   Driven conversations, he died in June.      See the stab wounds in his hands   See him dying in his room   He's dying in his room   He's dying in his room   Heading for me, heading this way   He is coming, I don't care      Wouldn't want to fake it, well I don't mind   Giving conversations to a friend of mine   Giving medications, in a lighted room   Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should      See the stab wounds in his hands   You killed him, I don't care   Keep a promise, you would too   Keep a promise, even you   See the silence in his head   He is coming, I don't care      We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind   Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time   Giving conversations, to whom they don't know   Taking medications till my stomach's full.      See a famine in his head   See him coming at their heels   He loves you, give him a chance   I don't love him, I don't care   See him starving, give her hell   It is over, we don't care In His Room