Quiet Living

Run away for a week
And tell my family all I can do is speak
Over the phone, through pictures
I forgot to send last night

Comfort comes with a metal cap
My shaky hands can't hold this glass
So we'll move out to your parent's yard
And I'll smoke a few cigars till I get sick

Living underground
Making little sound
Slowly getting comfortable
With this dull shade of gray

Confine me
To this bed
Sleep on
Cracked floors

Locked inside for months on end
Left to myself and my head
I'll dream about the next time I will
See your face again

The wind was strong the day I left
No drive to give you all my best
I'm numb to the discomfort from the
Breathing down my spine

(I'm underground)
Living underground
Making little sound
Slowly getting comfortable
With this dull shade of gray

Confine me
To this bed
Sleep on
Cracked floors