I've kept a box beside my bed
it keeps me up at night
And all the things I held inside
have strained my lucid sight
I try to let them out each day
in hopes they'll run and hide
And take up space or disappear
in someone else's mind
If I can push them off you see
then they will not return
And I'll be given what I want
releasing all concern
So once I have an empty box
I'll know my work is done
That I will not be evermore
so blinded by your sun