'Warming'

I’ve got a stapler, some tape, a phone to keep me going
A liter of water, headphones a stress ball for throwing
Got some feelings I’m tossing in a shopping cart
Walls erected over my head and round my heart
Castles for parties, pools for swimming
Words considered for the purpose of winning
I’ve got a leather belt, leather shoes and a TV
A camera that helps loved ones remember me
I’m not here all the time, mostly passing through
Trying to find a way back to you

I’m going home, to sleep, to work - repeat
There’s a lampshade to help me find my street
Windows with bars to keep strangers out
Or are they to keep the strange things in?

I can read a thousand pages a day
I can lock a thousand thoughts away
But the bars in the windows are rusted
Waiting for everything to melt away