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

Theyve got this place
Where theyve been keeping me
Where I cant hurt myself
I cant get my wrists to bleed
Just dont know why
Suicide appeals to me

The Quiet Room
Is sterilized and white
Its like a tomb
With just a moth stained naked night

Plastic forks and spoon
No laces in my shoes
They allknow what I tried to do
Outside the Quiet Room

This quiet place
It aint so new to me
Its 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

Theyve got this place
Where theyve been keeping me
Where I cant hurt myself
I just cant
I just cant get these [bad word] wrists to bleed

mattress on the floor
No handles on the door
I really need nothing here
Im alone