the quiet room

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 allknow 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