Please Go Away - Blacklisted

Had breakfast in my bedroom closet

I didn’t show up to work all week

Someone was beating on my apartment door

So I hid thinking they might have a key

I came out some time after midnight

Coast was clear and my cat wouldn’t let me sleep

Thought to myself, «I've never felt at home here

«since that day light was killed right in front of me.»

In my mailbox was a note that read

«Call soon or an ambulance will be sent»

So I grabbed my Raymond Carvers and a flashlight

And crawled under my bed

And this was my twenties

Spent juggling euphoria and defeat

Singing off-beat and out of key

Who’s beating on the door?

Do they have a key?