This is where you walk in   And tell me how I've been   There's no milk left to spill   Just another headache pill      Shaving in a broken mirror   Bathing in a shower of splinters   Your touch is like the cold burn of winter      And I should feel better   Should be better made   And I should feel better   Should be better made      This is where you walk out   A cradle for my doubt   Your kingdom for my pain   My overcoat for the rain      Take the highs and feel the lows   Find the space between the row   Pleasure for an empty soul      And I should feel better   Should be better made   And I should feel better   Should be better made      This is where I am from   This is where I belong   This is where I am from