The
California air
Your
nightgown on the stairs
I
remember every night
Scenes
from home in the Quiet Room
How
long have I been gone
Did
winter kill the lawn
And
all those polaroids you sent
Are
on the wall in the Quiet Room
They've
got this place
Where
they've been keeping me
Where
I can't hurt myself
I
can't get my wrists to bleed
Just
don't know why
Suicide
appeals to me
The
Quiet Room
Is
sterilized and white
It's
like a tomb
With
just a moth stained naked night
Plastic
forks and spoon
No
laces in my shoes
They
all know what I tried to do
Outside
the Quiet Room
This
quiet place
It
ain't so new to me
It's
haunted atmosphere
Has
heard so many scream
My
home from home
My
twilight zone
My
strangest dream
My
confidant
I
have confessed my life
The
Quiet Room
Knows
more about me than my wife
They've
got this place
Where
they've been keeping me
Where
I can't hurt myself
I
just can't
I
just can't get these damn wrists to bleed
A mattress
on the floor
No
handles on the door
I
really need nothing here
I'm
alone
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