A Quiet Life - Winter Severity Index

While I’m sitting in this room

The chance will throw its dice, anyway.

Fate will shuffle all the cards.

While I’m sitting in this room

imprisoned in a showcase

a window slams

on a on

Never doubt

Never state

Never leave impressions

Your warning

for me

doesn’t warn me at all

at all

at all…

I’ve got a straight line

in the side of my hairdo

Saucers under cups

and tissues.

No shoes indoor, please

Obsessed?

me?

no way…

at all

at all

i’m just tidy

at all…