"Two Doors Down" lyrics

Won't you come on over
Two doors down, to be precise
And slide below street level with me, inside this hell
That suffocates me

Under familiar skies
Is where I'm losing my mind
In a blue-lit room
A body fit for a tomb

Burning with shameful desires
All alone, hanging on the end of a telephone
Waiting for someone to save me

Under familiar skies
Is where I'm losing my mind
In a blue-lit room
A body fit for a tomb

And I'm trying to look up more these days
But I'm just staring at the fucking ceiling
Yeah

And I'm trying to look up more these days
But I'm just staring at the fucking ceiling

Slide below, street-level workmen, you've sunk this low
That's all for God's light