| In a dark room at the heart of the city | |
| The basement brings a heavy crowd | |
| And I know there's a right way | |
| But I can't stop from getting down | |
| These people are mad | |
| Will they grow up | |
| Why can't | |
| I do the same | |
| Why can't | |
| I be okay | |
| The style and the grace of a small town | |
| Is there any truth to the recipe | |
| I've been mixing thrills in the right key | |
| But I don't feel right in my skin | |
| So I don't feel anything at all | |
| I leave emotion at the door | |
| Like a desperate boy on last call | |
| No, I don't feel right in my skin | |
| So I don't feel anything at all | |
| There's a bad place in the back of the room | |
| No one moves without a cue | |
| Cause they know there's a right way | |
| Yeah, all the know is getting down | |
| These people are mad | |
| And so am | |
| I Yeah, I caught on | |
| In the nick of time | |
| Before the lights turn on | |
| I can blend into the crowd | |
| Don't come with me tonight | |
| If I said | |
| I cared for you | |
| I lied Is there any truth to the recipe | |
| I've been mixing thrills in the right key | |
| But I don't feel right in my skin | |
| So I don't feel anything at all | |
| I leave emotion at the door | |
| Like a desperate boy on last call | |
| No, I don't feel right in my skin | |
| So I don't feel anything at all | |
| Don't come with me tonight | |
| If I said | |
| I cared for you | |
| I lied You waste no time tonight | |
| Take me home if it costs your life | |
| Is there any truth to the recipe | |
| I've been mixing thrills in the right key | |
| But I don't feel right in my skin | |
| So I don't feel anything at all | |
| I leave emotion at the door | |
| Like a desperate boy on last call | |
| No, I don't feel right in my skin | |
| So I don't feel anything at all |