Elliott Smith

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 pass 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 everyday
the doctor spoke a cloud
he rained 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
uncomfortable apart
it's all written on my chart
and i take what's given to 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 everybodys scared of this place
they're staying away
your little house on memory lane
your little house on memory lane