It's easy to not get high locked in a room
But how do you get over being locked in a room

To have a life, I can not live

I could not do them; if they didn't exist
But they are everywhere
They look for me
I hear them when the light of day breaks the jam of my door
Not little whispers
******* screaming, like foreign death meatal on loop
Making my ears feel hot and like they might be bleeding

They aren't though
If they did
They might take me seriously
I'm one train werk away from
"It was so obvious"