This is my therapy 
You breath life into me 
My only sanity 
Within these walls is where I'm free 

Square peg, round hole 
Faces come and faces go 
There is so little cast in stone 
Regarding life, luck, loss, love 
But there is one thing that I know for sure 

These are the only crowded rooms 
Because of these days I'll never have nothing at all 
Because of these times there's only so far I can tell 
There will always be a place, there will be a crowded room 
Where I'm not all alone 

The years have come and multiplied 
So much of me has been washed out with the tide 
Still there's nowhere else 
That I'd rather be 
Drawn like a moth to a flame 
Without these days I'd have gone insane 
So many hearts pinned to so many sleaves 
Within these blessed walls 
You have set me free 

There is no mistake that I'm not free to make 
All because of six strings stretched across a board