i built my bed to sleep in.
i dug a vat to lie in.
i shook the hands that saw me.
ill be eaten by the lions.

i am cold and out of place.
i am homeless and afraid.
i am not yours to break.
i am the shrapnel from grenades.

i know exactly where i am
i know just where i want to be
i know its not exactly here
i know no things are really free.

i will stretch out on the floor.
i will call to you for more.

i will
i will.
i wont.