Alone in my messy mess

Get out of this house
Get out of this mess
When I'm here all alone
that's when I feel the best
When there's no hand lain across my beating chest
And I hear nothing besides my own frosty breath.
Yes yes yes that's when I feel the best
When only my lamp lights up my room and there's nothing to see
But the gleam of the moon,
I don't worry about who's watching
Only about holding onto the pen and paper
Not about aching feet off eight hours of labor. 
Only about the words and me.
Only about what else I will be.
Because when I'm out of this lonely but comfortable place
I am forced to come face to face with people and smiles I don't wish to see.
Once in a while I just to be with me.
My apologizes darling. 
I'm kicking you out because you just don't hear what I'm talking about.
No, not tonight I don't want to be touched,
I don't always feel like making love (to you) 
Sometimes I need to be alone, so I can remember what silence sounds like. 
To hear no phone. To see no faces.
To forget the vibration of the ticking clocks race.
To do nothing but lie in warm waters in the dark and shut out all outside these walls the people who have become so stark.
Alone I am.
Alone I will be until I wake in time for the day ahead I'll dream of that warm lonesome bed.