I'd rather be anywhere but here,
This place where land mines are
Scattered like confetti,
This place where all the
Joyful nights be-
-Come so cold and
Sharp, just like a
Knife left in the snow,
Where friendship turn its coat at the drop of a hat,
Where love turns on a dime,
Where sour tastes await inside
The finest of meals…
And if I had a leg to stand on, I would walk away.

I'd rather be anywhere but-
Anywhere but here,
This place where footsteps
Threaten to become thunder,
This place where a dark and empty room is
Better than one brightened by a
Fierce and blinding anger,
Or the gray and lonely sadness that follows behind,
This place where hearts become still,
Where tiny scabs are picked at
By unwelcome and unwashed hands…
And if I still knew the way out, I would open a door.

I'd rather be anywhere but-
Anywhere but-
Anywhere but here,
This place where silence is the
Best that you can hope for,
This place where all the
Monsters in our
Closets they have
Crept into our mouths, and now
They only come out
When we choose to talk,
This place where no one's happy but there's no exit,
Where skin is fragile,
Where the echoes of songs we used to sing
Have almost totally faded.
And if I had a leg to stand on, I would walk away.
And if I still knew the way out, I would open a door.
And if I still had wings, I would've flown a long time ago.

But instead, here I sit.
But instead, here I wait.
Here I wait, for the fire to come.