Please Go Away

Had breakfast in my bedroom closet
I didn’t show up to work all week
Someone was beating on my apartment door
So I hid thinking they might have a key
I came out some time after midnight
Coast was clear and my cat wouldn’t let me sleep
Thought to myself, «I've never felt at home here
«since that day light was killed right in front of me.»
In my mailbox was a note that read
«Call soon or an ambulance will be sent»
So I grabbed my Raymond Carvers and a flashlight
And crawled under my bed
And this was my twenties
Spent juggling euphoria and defeat
Singing off-beat and out of key
Who’s beating on the door? Do they have a key?