There Is Only One Chair In This Room - Birds In Row

A bunch of thoughts quietly laying on the silence

And a ton of reasons to not open the doors

I’ve been looking for a space and time in the moments I shared

But time fades away and my space is a whore

Raped by thousands of strangers, and begging for rest

Call me disaster or social retard

But I only feel safe between my two pairs of walls

Don’t let me out the world outside is a damn fucking nightmare

And the people a joke that should have stayed stuck on the teeth of its goddamn

son of a bitch owner

When nothing seems clear through the cleanest window

The obvious would say the problem’s not in and the doors will stay closed

For all strangers

May my building burn and I will surely

Burn into it

There is only one chair in this room and it does

Wear my name