Wrong to say that I am giving up

Right to say that I ain't showing up

I've got pictures at my home

And doors that transform me alone

Sunny days should leave a message on my phone



I don't think I'm gonna miss you much

For I've got dials and knobs soft to the touch

All your lectures will become

Converted into static hum

Sunny days should leave a message on my phone



Ode to sleep perchance to dream

To live again those joyous scenes

The laughter and the follies that

Are locked away inside my head