As a kid, I was physically, mentally, and emotionally attached and trapped to/in my room. As the yells outside of my door got louder every second I deeper implanted myself in the one thing that felt like a force field, even as the walls suffocated me, they also suffocated the sounds. As I ran to the basement [where my room was] after my grandfather was drunk and in a craze, As I ran with tears in my eyes I shut the door and everything was drowned. Scared to leave my room, scared to enter my room. Scared because if I entered I might never come out again. As though I had no choice. It's as though every time I left the world would crumble and my walls would break. Vulnerable. Loud. Scared. Of course I knew anyone could enter as they pleased, I had no control over anything in my life. Like I was an object. And yet I still trapped myself in that small storage closet sized room. So I stopped going out. I stopped looking for a reason to leave.
Trying to be funny and stuck in a room There isn't much more to say about it Can one be funny when stuck in a room? Being in trying to get something out of it Try making faces Try telling jokes making little sounds [Ugh] I was a kid who was stuck in his room There isn't much more to say about it When your a kid and your stuck in your room You'll do any old shit to get out of it Try making faces Try telling jokes making little sounds... Well Well Look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again Well Well Buddy you found it Now come out with your hands up we've got you surrounded.
