In this box.

I have this box and the contents inside
are all of my secrets and all of my lies
I colored it green and sometimes I
sit upon the roof and ask god to fly.

The laughter’s deceiving
tonight I am leaving
there is nothing to believe in
he’s gone and now I’m dreaming.

This box has my answers
this box has my soul
and in this box is a collection of friends
to take me down into that hole.

I call it fate, I call it pride
it is you who labels this suicide
your eyes are shut, try opening wide
I’m the next to go inside.

Come now and watch
as I fly from above and into this box
it entraps me and rests me upon
this pedestal of scenes where ashes live on.

This box, this box, it takes me from you
to rest ever after in a room now so blue
it was my journey, whatever could you do
this box, this box, this box is so used.