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