02 Panic Room - Riverside

Used to be my Panic Room

The other side of me Where I slept and woke by turns

And nothing seemed real

I was feeding on your life

Peering through the hole

And it scared me out

Someday

You would knock on my door

Sweet shelter of mine

I’m freezing without

Sweet shelter of mine

I’m dying without

Cover up my twisted thoughts

Shattered all around

Muffled sounds

Recurring dreams

Melatonin smile

Used to be my 302

The other side of light

Trap of my own

That helped me deal

With what I lost inside

Sweet shelter of mine

I’m freezing without

Sweet shelter of mine

I’m dying without

Sweet shelter of mine

I’ve tried to make self-portraits before

But they always turn out so contrived

I’ve spent too much time

Correcting light and shade

Hiding wrinkles

Blurring scars