black curtains in the bag

[Verse 1] John doesn't open the curtains and now I know why When the driver of many is a passenger in his own life John's really good in his heart, he's really bad in his mind Swear he doesn't mean it, but he's gonna swear it every time [Chorus] But John, it was wrong of me So very wrong of me To come into your home With my heart dressed in white Oh no Ohh [Verse 2] John, can't give you a reason why the attic's on fire But the grass and the trees and the green are worth keeping alive And I think it's been a while since he let anyone inside Is it really that bad, John? Is it really? Is it black curtains in the bag? [Chorus] John, it was wrong of me So very wrong of me To come into your home With my heart dressed in white Oh no Ohh [Verse 3] John, doesn't open the curtains and now I know why It kills me to know just how beautiful your hand looked in mine [Outro] But John, it was wrong of me So very wrong of me To sing and to dance in your misery To open my heart in your loft Remind you what everything was I just didn't know quite how bad things got Is it black curtains in the bag, John? Is it?