A quiet room is what you get,
an empty glass, an unmade bed,
A picture window with a view,
and all I think about is you
To feel so bad, to feel so good,
to let it be misunderstood,
Now I long to lose my senses
to love you all over again

The shouted words, the tired sighs,
the traded kiss of sad goodbyes,
The living off of our desires,
then putting out a thousand fires
To feel so bad, to feel so good,
to let it be misunderstood,
Now I'd tear down my defenses
to love you all over again.

To know a place without regret,
you make believe you paid your debt
But in that clean and quiet room
you can't believe it's over yet.

Out on a lark, at home asleep,
the endings play, the bands retreat
But in that dumb luck of the few,
the consolation comes to you
To feel so bad, to feel so good,
the verdict's in - it's understood
I will be tried for my offenses
and love you all over again.