cabin fever

here, home, a little paranoid that i've been
here, home, a little too long

that i've gone to mush
i'll reach for the door and it'll weigh a ton

these walls have legs and will follow me
i'll go anyplace and be boxed in

i'll say hello to people out on the street
but our eyes won't meet

if i could sit. sit. with a cup of coffee
and look out, the courtyard will be bare

like these walls have legs, like these walls do yoga
and these walls will stretch and twist and bend

like these plain white walls have my eyes shot
like this empty silence has me afraid to make a sound

not even a peep, not a peep, i don't want to be found
a nuisance, a creep, one of those crazies

these walls, they have legs. these walls, they're going to chase me
out there, and i'll be another boxed in bubble

no eye contact. no contact. i don't remember the last time
i heard from damn near anybody

i'm home and i've been home too long, goddamn these walls
this box that door these chairs those beds these walls

they're only good for tearing down