I live in an uptown house
I mean look at me of course I do.
I live a a conservative house
It shields me from coming storm
I live in an empty house
On a street without a living person
I live in a smart house
Maybe to smart because it drags me under
The bars on the window shield me from the open world
The locks on the door keep the fear from reaching my heart in my own home
The lights on the ceiling keep me from going blind.
The clock on the wall has me always checking the time
The tv blares so I can forget the sins of distant past.
The walls are wide but close inside as I look up at it all.
The paint looks white with a yellow tint so you see the new clash with old
I long to walk out of the house but never build the courage too
I long to leave but never really know just what to do.
I could take a car to another world outside this beautifully wicked place
Or remain complacent and live in stasis where I never can escape
Welcome home the Mat says as if to tell me I should never leave.
Goodbye the world says as I walk in to my horrible reprieve
Yes indeed a prisoner to my own home and routine
But I guess that's how life is when you live on  desolation street.