Red Plastic Box

That plastic box,

you keep on your shelf-

you keep to your self,

but I want it back.

Little plastic box,

with a red plastic lid-

it wasn't very well hid,

but I want it back.

You see, when I gave you the contents

I thought you'd be more respectful.

You see, when I gave you my conscience

I didn't think you'd be neglectful

I broke in last night,

trying to get back what's mine-

but you'd moved it- fine

I know now you're a hack.

When I left that night,

I walked down the middle of the street-

pavement pounded by feet

I now know you're a hack.

You see, when I gave you its contents

I thought you'd just give it back.

You see, when I gave you my consent

I didn't know I couldn't get it back.

And now I'm sitting here

writing

a way for me to get it.

And now I want you

to give me

the thing that I am needing.

We've broken down

the way

that I handed my poor box over.

And now I'm alone

again,

I guess I'll just start over.

That little plastic box,

you keep all alone on your shelf-

you keep my heart to yourself,

I want to have that thing back.

In that red plastic box

My heart just keeps beating-

For you all through the cheating

But can I have that thing back?

You see, when I gave you the contents

I didn't know I'd end up so cold.

You seem when I said hell to the consequence,

I didn't know I'd end up cold.

You see, when you sealed the lid

the thing inside didn't die

You see, my tell tale heart,

is beating inside.