I'm not going to pretend to know your pain.   Went away for the weekend and no one knew your name.   I hold myself up in a hotel room.    Hollywood movies, bad hotel food.      While you, you were in seclusion.    What's the point in that?      Maybe you are a genius and we're all delayed.   If you could unlock the demons, maybe we'd be afraid.   I zip my suitcase, pull out my passport.   Hail a taxi, head to the airport      While you, you were in seclusion.    What's the good in that?      I don't know, oh, where I can go.   And I don't know, oh, how to escape.   We both drowned, but in different ways.      Put on some music, open the window.   Sip on some wine, pick out tomorrow's clothes.      While you, you were in seclusion.    What's the sense in that?