The world is out there
But this room is a comfort
The box glow keeps me warm
And I feel safe here, inside
Pictures from out there
Make me paranoid, checking the doors
I don’t want anything in here
Giving rise to my insecurities
So don’t come knocking
Cause I won’t answer
I might say I’m going away
But do I really mean it?
My world is encapsulated
In the cotton wool of possessions
Too much is never enough
To stop me wanting more
Back fire or gunfire
It really doesn’t make a difference
I won’t feel safe in my space
Unless deadbolts are installed
Don’t ring the doorbell
Cause I won’t answer
I say I’m not going to be here
But do I really mean it?
In my world, I control the remotes
The positives and the negatives
All the luck and chances
Won’t make any difference in here
I won’t come out of this shell
As it is of my own making
I don’t see these walls as a prison
They’re more like an escape
Don’t bother calling
I will pretend I’m not home
You said more than enough
Now I want to be alone
But do I really mean it?