The Quiet Room

The California air
 Your nightgown on the stairs
 I remember every night
 Scenes from home in the Quiet Room
 How long have I been gone?
 Did winter kill the lawn?
 And all those polaroids you sent
 Are on the wall in the Quiet Room
 They've got this place
 Where they've been keeping me
 Where I can't hurt myself
 I can't get my wrists to bleed
 Just don't know why
 Suicide appeals to me
 The Quiet Room
 Is sterilized and white
 It's like a tomb
 With just a moth stained naked light
 Plastic forks and spoon
 No laces in my shoes
 They all know what I tried to do
 Outside the Quiet Room
 This quiet place
 It ain't so new to me
 It's haunted atmosphere
 Has heard so many scream
 My home from home
 My twilight zone
 My strangest dream
 My confidant
 I have confessed my life
 The Quiet Room
 Knows more about me than my wife
 They've got this place
 Where they've been keeping me
 Where I can't hurt myself
 I just can't, I just can't get these damn wrists to bleed
 A mattress on the floor
 No handles on the door
 I really need nothing here
 I'm alone