I’m living inside a box
It’s just your standard box
Four walls
Ceiling and floor.
But my shelves take up space
Filled with books and movies and games.
Memories and photos and thoughts
They used to fit inside a house
I’m living inside a box
And it’s getting pretty full
I can’t move with all this shit
Filling up space
I’m trapped inside this box
When I once used to live free
It’s getting crowded
And I can’t think
It’s getting crowded
And I think it’ll be like this
For a while
