number 417 got its own balcony a red leather couch and some fresh paint a brand new startwith a clean slate no chance I'll see a happy you and me hanging down the hall in a cheap frameno getting hung up on the heartbreakwhy am I afraid to turn out the lightsif I don't knowthis apartment was a concrete space to fall apart inI'd be cussing on the bathroom floorwishing I'd have never walked out that doorif I'd have known that lonelywas laying in the bed waiting for menot sure that I could have called it quitsnot sure that I'd do it all againif I'd have known what a partI'd be inmanif I'd have known what a part manyeah it turns outthe quiet's too loudI've tried a chain lock with a deadboltbut your memory just climbs through the windowoohI thought this would be the end of meI'd be the right move for meooh but I'm thinking I never would have signed the leaseif I'd have known this apartmentwas a concrete space to fall apart inI'd be cussing on the bathroom floorwishing I'd have never walked out that doorif I'd have known that lonelywas laying in the bed waiting for meI'd be cussing on the bathroom floorNot sure that I could have called it quitsNot sure that I'd do it all againIf I'd have known what a part meantIf I'd have known what a part meantCause I thought it was freedom and feeling like myself againNobody told me that slowly the walls start closing inI might have done it differentIf I'd have known this apartmentWas a concrete space to fall apart inI'd be cussing on the bathroom floorWishing I'd have never walked out that doorIf I'd have known that lonelyWas laying in the bed waiting for meNot sure that I could have called it quitsNot sure that I'd do it all againIf I'd have known what a part meantIf I'd have known what a part meantIf I'd have known what a part meant