Room

If you are pointing me in opposite directions
How best to know if there's a pop-up soul inspection?
Our beliefs are mounting steady like a crystal in the sky
But they blow up like confetti as we sing this lullaby- we sing

How will I ever leave my room?
Send a postcard to the mailbox to my room

It isn't scripture- If it happens, It's on purpose
The bigger hand it wants to know just what you purchased
As we viciously take part in all the making of the cases
Well, it's always beneficial to go on to better places

How will I ever leave my room?
Now send a postcard to the mailbox to my room

Little me is so bored
Older me is so so soar



Credits
Writer(s): Garett Hatch
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