The California air   Your nightgown on the stairs   I remember every night   Scenes from home in the Quiet Room      How long have I been gone   Did winter kill the lawn   And all those polaroids you sent   Are on the wall in the Quiet Room      They've got this place   Where they've been keeping me   Where I can't hurt myself   I can't get my wrists to bleed   Just don't know why   Suicide appeals to me      The Quiet Room   Is sterilized and white   It's like a tomb   With just a moth stained naked night      Plastic forks and spoon   No laces in my shoes   They all know what I tried to do   Outside the Quiet Room      This quiet place   It ain't so new to me   It's haunted atmosphere   Has heard so many scream   My home from home   My twilight zone   My strangest dream      My confidant   I have confessed my life   The Quiet Room   Knows more about me than my wife      They've got this place   Where they've been keeping me   Where I can't hurt myself   I just can't I just can't get these damn wrists to bleed      A mattress on the floor   No handles on the door   I really need nothing here   I'm alone