I feel like I’ve been lived in like a home without a lock
Like everyone who’s been here never even cared to knock
They walked through open doors and laid their bodies on the floor
I hadn’t the authority to stop them coming more
I’d crawl into my bedroom where I’d try to fall asleep
So busied, drifting, turned about by all that I could see
The days began to pass without acknowledging my steps
“you weren’t really moving,” said a voice into my breath
It’s time to walk the hallways, it is time to find the key
It’s time to tell the people here, “I need you all to leave”