this room has got a poison, tonight we drink it from the bottle   it's the lonely desperation defining who we are   this room has got a pain, so drink it down cause it tastes the same   as everything we could have been,   everything we should have been      hold us together, tear us apart   to keep us feeling better all along      leaving home, and tearing apart   taking back a little piece of my heart   filing through the doors in to the cold suburban night      we won't spend this night together   we won't be making plans that it'll last forever   I won't be home on weekends, I won't see you in December   and I won't wish you luck on finding someone better      hold us together, tear us apart   to keep us feeling better all along      a darker hour, sucking the light out   bringing us back to life      leaving home, and tearing apart   taking back a little piece of my heart   filing through the doors in to the cold suburban night   it was a cold suburban night that brought me back home