Canned laughter
And bottled up anger
Let's call it a lunch
Quality tupperware
A gift from my parents
It's hard for me to open up

Try to crack me open
Use brute force
Till someone gets hurt
But we have to eat
It always comes down to needs

The sun always shines the brightest
In it's last moments
Before the night
A flash of rare green
Mirrored in your eyes
I'm staring again

Will the sun rise tomorrow?
On us?
Will we still be together?
Tomorrow, next week
Next year
Will it be the same?
Who can say?

Who can say?