I guess I was mistaken, I'll admit, I was shaken
Quipping, quoting, "Is this all you know of me?
Living in a see-through box, you call these building blocks?"

Laughing stock, we're all the same.

"That's it? All we've learned? Trying to live the life?
We say we've learned all we can. How ignorant of us.
Stuck in a lame routine, living day to day, all boxed up,
We're playing a losing game."


I called for a help card,
To take me away

You stood,
Waiting for me to grab your hand.


Seems to me I was daft, I was drawn,
I called you out, called you wrong.
Never once thought of what you used to be,
My everything, my solid base

In searching, I got lost.
A ruckus, a mess.


Smash the clear box that held me apart
Was it all in my mind? A crumpled design?
I thought, "maybe just a saran-wrap reality"
Yet here I am
Treading on broken glass
All I've got is you

In this ruckus of a life