There is no skin on my teeth to help me get by
And I sit still for days trying not to think about why
Dead trees painted brown is all that stands between me and the sounds
Of a thousand people living, but all they do is torture
Themselves, each other, it doesn't really matter
Because I hear them through the door, through the splinters in my ears
I'm surrounded by lovers and they're stealing all my air
They talk too much, too loud
There is no more room for me here
Too many people in my mouth, walking round and round my house
There is no more room for you here
My bed is cold and shrinking by the night
Disregard the dark it's just the shadow of my fool heart, disregard
The dark
I'll be here when it snows
I'll still be sleeping alone
I'll be here when he comes and still here when he goes
I won't make a sound
I won't pound this hollow ground, no mercy, no
Mercy, I am only scared, not sorry
Nowhere feels like home
I have nowhere left to go
And the house, it sits so cold