Through the Halls

Can you turn off the light? The brightness hurts my head. Fluorescent buzzing, the swarming of memories you dread. Carve your initials in lockers and vandalize each desk. Maybe someone will ask who you were now that you're... My mind is a dangerous place to be alone. My mind is a dangerous place to be alone with you. Crumbled up papers of notes that were never read. Tripping on wires and words that have all been said. Tying up laces, retracing the places you fled. Maybe someone will answer the door now that you're... My mind is a dangerous place to be alone. My mind is a dangerous place to be alone. 
Residing in vacant places won't make them a home.
My mind is a dangerous place to be alone with you. I've feigned my own sickness.
To see who'd coming running,
But all I do is turn to run instead.
No one can match my quickness
When it comes to shunning/benumbing
Those who came to meet me at my bed/
The cure I need to rest my weary head.
My mind is a dangerous place to be alone. My mind is a dangerous place to be alone with you. Can you turn off the light? The brightness hurts my head.

- afm