Different kinds of mazes hold me trapped
within their massive walls, I'm wrapped
up like your christmas present, but forgotten.
I don't know of which I'd best search exit now,
neither do I know how.

She doesn't seem to mind, it wouldn't work
She is the bottle I'm the cork
refusing the way to wine
Time to grab the keys, for doors or whatever

Can she tell what I am thinking,
can she feel that I am sinking
she can not, can she?

Hours would I wait in line
to see those glasses clinking
to hear them collide
I'm going for a ride.