I’m living in the library
A bookish kind of guy
Among the stacks and quietude
With efforts to apply
I’m living in the library
A voluntary spot
I swear I’m not a prisoner
Although I’m there a lot
I’m living in the library
Don’t tell the staff I’m here
There’s something about overnight
That they just seem to fear
I’m living in the library
It’s peaceful in these walls
Far better than classes with
No windows, no, just walls