The California air

Your nightgown on the stair

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 night



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