'Tis not Through Envy of Thy Happy Lot, But Being Too Happy in Thine Happiness.

this is the place you'll end up (when you lose the chase)
where you’re dragged against your will
from a basement on the hill
and all anybody knows is you're not like them
and they kick you in the head
and send you back to bed

isolation pulled you passed a tunnel to a bright world
where you can make a place to stay
but everybody's scared of this place-
(they're staying away)
your little house on memory lane

the mayor’s name is fear
(his voice patrols the pier)
from a mountain of cliche
that advances every day
the doctor spoke of clout
he reigned out loud,
"you'll keep your doors and windows shut
and swear you'll never show a soul again"

but

isolation pushes you ‘til every muscle aches
down the only road it ever takes
but everybody's scared of this place-
(they're staying away)
your little house on memory lane

if it's your decision
to be open about yourself
be careful or else
be careful or else...

I'm comfortable apart
(it's all written on my chart)
and i take what's given me
most cooperatively
i do what people say
and lie in bed all day-
absolutely horrified
i hope you're satisfied

isolation pushes past self-hatred, guilt and shame
to a place where suffering is just a game
but everybody's scared of this place-
(they're staying away)
your little house on memory lane

(my little house on memory lane)