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 past a tunnel to a bright world where you can make a place to stay But everybody is 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 cliché 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 is 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 whats 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's just a game But everybody is scared of this place They're staying away Your little house on memory lane Your little house on memory lane - "Memory Lane," by Elliott Smith.
So, you're here, are you? Life's chewed you up, spat you out, shat on you, and fucked you over, you say? This is the place for you, then.
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