When the house is quiet,
When the nighttime has come,
I am bombarded by thoughts
Of the things that I've done
A scratch on the record,
A static on VHS,
A mind bitterly thinking
About a discombobulated mess
I'm utterly happy,
Or so I believe,
Although it may not come across,
It may not be perceived
These thoughts are like alcohol
Dousing the flame
Don't come any closer
I'm already close to insane
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
When the house is quiet,
When the nighttime has come,
I am bombarded by thoughts
Of the things that I've done
A scratch on the record,
A static on VHS,
A mind bitterly thinking
About a discombobulated mess
I'm utterly happy,
Or so I believe,
Although it may not come across,
It may not be perceived
These thoughts are like alcohol
Dousing the flame
Don't come any closer
I'm already close to insane
