Lyrics

Boxes

Open up these boxes
Show me how to blend
Little ways around admitting
Who I am

Count them,
Three things you can take
Without scratching too deep
Stopped a bullet with these walls
These things I plan to keep

And I know that this world
Is far less sweet without bleeding hearts
And puncture wounds for all to see

So voyeuristic,
Aren't you in the way you peek
At my life through yellow windows
I know what you see

Slowly unstitching threads
That have held me down
A striptease meant for the masses
All under my roof now

You will know me from my pockets
Which won't seem to fill
No matter who writes the story
We all know the drill

Slowly unstitching threads
That have held me down