Back Left Corner

I can’t imagine a difference

From how it looked when I started

Because my view never changes

I’ve been sitting here for the last 4 years

But it feels like

I’m just a fixture in their sight

I think I’m still doing alright

And if you ever need me then I’ll just be in the

Back Left Corner

Some people say that I’m going nowhere

I have to say that I don’t believe them

It doesn’t matter what they say

I’m doing fine in the

Back Left Corner

Some people think it’s a tragic torture

But still somehow, I’ll come back down

So you’ll still find me here

A Subterranean funhouse

Get any deeper I might drown

I worry for their wellbeing

Cuz theres nothing whimsical about licking an exhaust pipe

There was a day in the winter

It was surprising to be sure

All day not a word was said, it was silent

I can’t imagine a peace like this when I just exist from the

Back Left Corner

We’d all feel better if there were windows

I think we could use some daylight

It’s like an over caffeinated midnight

I see it all from the Back Left Corner

I’ll be your resident lore reporter

I know some day, I’ll go away

But that day’s not today

The last good chair just broke

And the volume’s never been higher

I wonder if I can go on

And I’m sick and tired of adjusting the parameters

There’s only so much you can get done in this room

I think I need a break

I’ll be right back after just a day off from the

Back Left Corner

I have to say that I’m going nowhere

The time is nearing to go my own way

But at the end of the day

I’m doing fine in the

Back Left Corner

Some people think it’s a tragic torture

But still somehow, I’ll come back down

And you’ll still find me here