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A bunch of thoughts quietly laying on the silence |
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And a ton of reasons to not open the doors |
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I've been looking for a space and time in the moments I shared |
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But time fades away and my space is a whore |
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Raped by thousands of strangers, and begging for rest |
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Call me disaster or social retard |
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But I only feel safe between my two pairs of walls |
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Don't let me out the world outside is a damn ****ing nightmare |
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And the people a joke that should have stayed stuck on the teeth of its goddamn son of a bitch owner |
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When nothing seems clear through the cleanest window |
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The obvious would say the problem's not in and the doors will stay closed |
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For all strangers |
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May my building burn and I will surely |
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Burn into it |
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There is only one chair in this room and it does |
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Wear my name |
