I've got words, they're growing out in a field
You have to cut them down
To find out how I really feel
And you're a liar in the worst kind of way
Say you're above this place
But then you go anyway
I caught fire in a church in May
So now I do what I want
But it's never OK
And I'm a liar in the worst kind of way
I'll say I don't care
But I probably do anyway
Give me some room
Give me some room
And something to do
Give me some room
And something to prove
And maybe I can disappoint you
I saw smoke there in a stained glass room
Couldn't see anything concrete
But then it was just you
You said you'd gotten real good at getting water from wine
You say you're sorry when you drink
But then you do it all the time
I'll give you some room
Hell, I'll give you one with a view
You ain't got nothing to prove
But I think you need proof
That you're tied down to truth
Or at least to what you think you should do
Maybe all I got
Is all that you'll ever want
And maybe all I see
Is all that you'll ever need, and I can't see me
You say I need a mirror for a day
Well make it more than one arm's length away
So maybe I can continue to be
Full of doubt but regret-free
Give me some room
Give me some room
Something to do
Not something to prove