Boxes
Yeaaa I'm a mess
I got cum on my sheets and my chest
And I failed every test
Well that's a lie
Me, I did pretty well in school
I got good grades but I wasn't cool
I ran cross country 'til I hurt my knee
One of many problems that I'd run into
I'm sorry for the pimples
I'm sorry that it wasn't really all that quite simple
I'm sorry that I listened to everyone but you
Always gave them head space
Didn't save you much room
From a toddler to a teen
Every line I was walking in between
Head down like I'm talking to the street
It didn't really talk back a lesson I would heed
Yeaaa put me in a box
I'm the nice guy look before he cross
Go to business school, get a job
You can have it all here's a suit and a watch
Damn, I'm a mess
Chick-fil-A's gone got unrespond texts
Like "What you doing Spence?"
Let me get back to you in a sec
For now let me live inside the box that I built up
I'm a dick inside a box lift my kilt up
And I'm never out of thoughts or I fill up
Thinking what I had, what I want, what I will want
Yeaaa what a poor guy
Middle-class victim of his short mind
Didn't ask questions 'bout the mission
The path most traveled had assistance so of course I
Followed with the herd heard the tour guide
Scared of any water past the shore line
When he almost died swimming that was your life
I remember coming home lying on the floor crying
Who's life was I living
Was it my own or the one that had permission
I admit that I struggle with that often
I'm glad that I got out of my box before the coffin
I got cum on my sheets and my chest
And I failed every test
Well that's a lie
Me, I did pretty well in school
I got good grades but I wasn't cool
I ran cross country 'til I hurt my knee
One of many problems that I'd run into
I'm sorry for the pimples
I'm sorry that it wasn't really all that quite simple
I'm sorry that I listened to everyone but you
Always gave them head space
Didn't save you much room
From a toddler to a teen
Every line I was walking in between
Head down like I'm talking to the street
It didn't really talk back a lesson I would heed
Yeaaa put me in a box
I'm the nice guy look before he cross
Go to business school, get a job
You can have it all here's a suit and a watch
Damn, I'm a mess
Chick-fil-A's gone got unrespond texts
Like "What you doing Spence?"
Let me get back to you in a sec
For now let me live inside the box that I built up
I'm a dick inside a box lift my kilt up
And I'm never out of thoughts or I fill up
Thinking what I had, what I want, what I will want
Yeaaa what a poor guy
Middle-class victim of his short mind
Didn't ask questions 'bout the mission
The path most traveled had assistance so of course I
Followed with the herd heard the tour guide
Scared of any water past the shore line
When he almost died swimming that was your life
I remember coming home lying on the floor crying
Who's life was I living
Was it my own or the one that had permission
I admit that I struggle with that often
I'm glad that I got out of my box before the coffin
Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Edelman
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