Inside The Bell Jar کے بول

(This is all the fault, the fucking coffee house! The fucking coffee house!) My phone did not ring My name was not on the list I was not invited I did not make the list My life did not come up My doorbell made no sound There were no taps on my shoulder I did not not not not look around I spent no money, yenom on tneps I I drove no where, erehw on evord I I saw nobody, ydobon was I I did not care, erac ton did I I was not burning the midnight oil I had no one with which to grin ear to ear I turned on the gas And rested my head upon the racks of the oven This is all the fault, the fucking coffee house The fucking coffee house