Lyrics
Twenty rooms long, forty-five rooms wide brown carpet that swallows sound a door at the end of every hall that opens into another hall (I mapped it once) the books were here before me most of them gone now, taken someone's handwriting in the margins a name I don't recognize the table's already set nine-ball, the way the book says (barely) I could win something, I think if I played it the right way stay... stay the carpet holds the shape of where they sat the chalk is worn down to a stub a trophy cup on a shelf with a name pressed in (it reads: for coming first, in a year I wasn't here) the grime is mine now I'm the only one maintaining it I rearrange the balls sometimes just to feel like something changed there are chips in the walls small ones — I made them counting rooms the storage cabinet goes back fifteen meters I checked there's a room behind where it shouldn't reach I didn't go in the table's already set (almost laughing) eight-ball this time stay... stay if I leave and it falls apart behind me if the carpet goes gray and the wood rots through I wasn't enough to hold it (hesitating) come... come someone was almost here they missed me by a level their shoes were still wet (they didn't find it odd) I should've looked into it I should've checked the route I left before they got here I just couldn't stay twenty rooms long, forty-five rooms wide (inward, fading) the prizes are still in the cup the chalk is down to nothing stay... stay