What did you think was gonna happen
When she put on that ring
Some kind of magic
Just a sense of hope
To make you not feel so alone
Forcing a smile
Go through the motions
Just embrace your denial
You drank the potion
Now you're holding on
White Knuckled, dreaming of the door
She found her release
You start to panic
Begging please, baby please
I knew you had it
And you're losing grip
White Knuckled, breaking for the door
Is there a way out
Cause I'm finding it hard to breathe
Time to move on
Find your comfort in empty sheets
Round they go
Can't make it stop
They're sick of making shows
For all the people in their perfect homes
That extra room
You gotta rent it out
Just rent it out, bro
