Stay Close Sit Tight
I can feel stuff coming
Im scared of a life of pain
Just round the corner is sadness and misery
Tomorrow I can die
Today I need to sort this out
Start with the kitchen, the bedroom, then my family
I can feel depression coming
It always starts with the clouds
Then the fear of phones and mirrors and not wanting you around
You stay close
And you sit tight
Dont be so faraway tonight
I may be bad
And I may be wrong
But you know I wont stay this way for long
Then I remember
That you remind me
I do have have some stuff to look forward to
Like those replica screaming eyes
That are going to look to me
To tuck them in at night and raise them right
Dont call me
Because I wont pick up the phone
Dont come around
Because I probably wont be home
Theres this little thing that is mundane and a bore
But it locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole
Dont invite me
Im safer where I am
Best not to make plans
Because Ill just agree and then cancel
Theres this little thing that is mundane and a bore
But it locks me up and stares me out and drills a hole
