We Prefer Indoors

It's a good thing I was there to finish your thought. You're an attack in black. Some red flags at half-mast. You know, I'm not the same as the bore you brought around before. I don't deserve that resentment.

Leave. Take off before you're seen.
Disappear.
Get lost before you're seen or we'll hit a wall.
We'll hit a wall.

At early-ages we are taught to explore. Now we just stare at the floor. An open window, an endless stretch of time outside, yet we prefer indoors.

Leave. Take off before you're seen.
Disappear.
Get lost before you're seen.
Please leave. Take off before you're seen.
Disappear.
Get lost before you're seen or we'll hit a wall.
We'll hit a wall.

We've hit a wall.

A king, a queen and convenience: A beginners guide to annoyance. May our lonely hearts be free because an option for the optionless is me. But, you're a lease, a leash or some distance and I've heard it all. A path of most resistance.

Please leave. Take off before you're seen.
Disappear.
Get lost before you're seen.

Please leave. Take off before you're seen.
Disappear.
Get lost before you're seen or we'll hit a wall.
We'll hit a wall.

Please leave. Take off before you're seen.
Disappear.
Get lost before you're seen.
We've hit a wall.