Spaceship Thirteen, You Are Forbidden to Dock

I could try to sleep it off
But that just means I'd wake up here again
Isolated, watching nothing
There's nothing left here to maintain
Packed away inside this box
Like a monkey that's lost in the mail somewhere
Waiting for the truck to stop
A truck the monkey never sees

And I am only in attendance
The phone stopped ringing years ago
I'm out of range and out of topics
And you're distracted by shiny things
If I could only go Van Winkle
I wouldn't have to do all this thinking
The conversations in silence to no one
As I lie there angry only pretending

I'm afraid to check my mail
There might be nothing there
And I can see them through the window
The entities that may as well just be paintings

Things explode in a vacuum
They do so silently
Even if I pretend you're listening
The creatures don't care that it's cold and dull in here