Settled

Settled
Tell me is this settled?
Or have I downgraded
To uncomfortable?
I don’t like my chances
On the outside
Familiar
The sick familiarity
Of never recognising
Almost anything
Tapping at a turnstile
For the inside

Baby that’s the name of it
A name I’ve never known
And it’s only getting further
The longer I go on

Thinking
I’m doing so much thinking
And coming up with nothing
Except escape plans
With no money in the piggy bank
No key to let me out the back

Maybe I should move in
With my parents if they’re free
I would be so quiet
And I would be so lucky

And I’d set some cash aside this time
And pay someone to talk
And I’d lie about the state of it
Like I’ve done ten times before