I have a thought at the top of the stairs
I’m up early for work, but i really couldn’t care
It feels like a coffin, but shaped like a room
It’s furnished with walls of static loom
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The ceiling is slowly lowering down
The echo is endless but I can’t hear a sound
The furniture’s awkward with an uneven bend
The room is so small yet I can’t see the end
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I have a thought at the top of the stairs
I should head off to work, but I really couldn’t careÂ
My family can’t understand why I complain
It’s not always fun but you have to play the game
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Just get a different room if you don’t like the style
But it’s the walls themselves that make my soul hostile
The size, decor, the paint, the light
It doesn’t matter much, my lungs feel airtight
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I have a thought at the top of the stairs
I’m late to work, but I really couldn’t care
The thought wakes before my alarm
My will to suppress it unravels like yarn
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It tells me to fall
(I just need to fall)
I need a break
(I need to break)
I don’t want to die
(I don’t need to die)
Its a small escape
(I need to escape)
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I just need some sleep
(God I need some sleep)
A week would be great
(A year would be great)
And then I’ll be fine
Until the next day
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I have a thought at the top of the stairs
