Spring Cleaning

The world is always clawing at my door
But I don't crawl to answer anymore
No, I would rather ignore it because it's comfortable here
Locked in a comfortable room, maybe a comfortable tomb
Depending on my mood
Oh, what a year I've spent holed up in here

So even if I kick and scream and fight, I'm begging you
Drag me kicking and screaming toward the light
In all this comfortable darkness, yeah I have so longed for the sun
I've so longed for anyone to breathe a breath of fresh air into my musty lungs
I've had enough of all the isolation

And I'm always thinking about how I can't stop thinking

I get so downhearted when I get home
Landing back where I started, spending all my time alone
And if "home's where the heart is" these days all I know
Is that I'm feeling heartless, and so I guess I'd better go