Well, it’s not much of a home, but it’s place where I lay my head.nI got bugs and spiders crawling everywhere near my shoes and near my bed.nAnd it’s kind of crowded in my room, but even so, it’s still my room.nIt gives me something to do when I want to think of you.nBecause my parents were never there.nnSend me a notion that you care. Keep sending me postcards addressed to the cupboard under the stairs.nnThey keep me in here for hours and I think of that fatal car crash.nThat blinding flash, so fast, bright green light, a flash.nAnd my scar will burn tonight. I don’t think that truth has been told to me.nnSend me a notion that you care. Keep sending me postcards addressed to the cupboard under the stairs.n