Jewelry

I rarely go out anymore I don't know what I'd be going for The door behind which that knowledge lives Has been painted the same colour as the wall And I must run my fingertips across the room To find it again, but I rarely get up anymore I draw lines on the wall by my bed That is where my score's being kept As if I'm hoping once my wall is full I've cracked the code and I'll be free These make-believe chains they feel so real Like jewelry that is just for me The beauty that I could have in this life Needs my eye to be realized And here I am, dedicating my sight to my own room As if these lonely nights will reward me soon Will offer me a prize You do know that is not true You do know that is not right Don't fake a sacrifice