Not Picking Up

Lyrics

(One. Two. One. Two.)

I'm drawing a line around where I stand I'm taking back the hours and the work of my hands It's okay if they wonder, it's okay if they ask I'm busy with a much more important task (like what?) Like learning to be here, in this chair, in this room Without letting the whole world inside to consume

The door is shut tight and the windows are clear There's nothing coming in that I don't want in here I'm reclaiming the quiet, I'm claiming the throne I'm not picking up the phone

I'm making a space where the walls can just be Where the only opinion that matters is me It's not being lonely, it's being alone And I'm finally building a world of my own (my world) (my time) I'm drawing a map of the peace I can find

The door is shut tight and the windows are clear There's nothing coming in that I don't want in here I'm reclaiming the quiet, I'm claiming the throne I'm not picking up the phone

(Solid) (Square) (I'm actually here) I don't need the noise to know that I'm alive I don't need the signal to help me survive

The door is shut tight and the windows are clear There's nothing coming in that I don't want in here I'm reclaiming the quiet, I'm claiming the throne I'm not picking up the phone

(Not picking up) (I'm not there) (I'm not picking up the phone)