Homestayer

He sleeps in, waiting for the days to pass
And he dreads all the talking he has to do
He's had too many bad experiences
Couldn't keep the monologues to himself
Black walls of shame shoot out of the ground

And i might call him a homestayer
For its what he is in the aftermath of what he's done
And i might say he's too insecure
About who he is, and you can't deny he's got to learn

Trapped inside his hellish little abode
Homestayer des crafts a plastic key
Too bad it breaks in an instant
Under the weight of his own guilt
Of trying to get out in the first place

And you might tell him, the homestayer
"you're so much more than your four walls", and you are right
But he doesn't hear you, twists the door knob
But no use, its locked, screams silently
"why am i anything?"

And then you opened the door from the other side