You're always writing about yourswelf
You hide yourself in a variety of ways
And
You meld your voice with other lives

Bright and early for their daily lives. Going nowhere, going nowhere. So close, no matter how far; couldn't be much more from the heart

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

And I find it kind of funny...I find it kind of sad...
I know Saint Peter won't call my name