I gotta make a phonecall to my best friends.
I gotta let them know that I'm leaving.
Everything behind me and politely
I don't wanna hurt their feelings, oh no.
I'll need to come back and I wanna explain why
I had to leave them sleeping.
The answer's in the air but I really don't care
'cos I couldn't really keep on breathing the smoke.
chorus:
And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room ...