A Quiet Place by Psuedojandek

Come back. Or don’t. Decide for yourself what is right. I turned my ear to the ground today. It wasn't loud. It wasn't loud at all. The sun is sparkling outside. I see a gleam of it. But I have to get up and go to work. I don't know what to do. I just laugh. I laugh and I laugh and you smile. Why do you smile? I was waiting on fire one night. I sat here. Waiting on fire. I wish I could leave this room. You are thinking of me, out there in the air. Reach into the air. One. More. So three. I don't know what that means. One more so three. It’s a poor boy. He lost his friends. He lost his father. He lost everything he ever had. But don’t say poor boy to me. Oh, poor boy. You think you know who’s poor? You shut the door on my closest accord. I am not a fool no more. RING. RONG. BOING. Look at your tills. Make a purse. It’s a European jewel, I must add. We don’t want it. We don’t want it. It's mostly all from you, and we don't want it. We can't talk about our experience in this house. Smoking cigarettes. Smoking cigarettes in the dark. Skies get water for a life of all. My brain... I can't feel any pain in it. To give to everybody. Except you. My little friend. You’ve got a family story. You’re a jerk. You don't work. You're like some angel in the sky. Angel in the sky-y-y. You’re living free. I’m just living high. You’re a mess. A spirit. Living on white.