Box - Sam Brown

Sometimes she’s rude, sometimes she’s too crude

Sometimes she understands, sometimes her hands are dirty

So she stays there at home in her box

There’s a part of her that shouts

And there’s a part of her that only whispers

There’s another part that’s lost in space

There’s a part that would spit if you kissed her

So she’s safer when she’s hiding in her box

Most times I have to keep her in her box

It’s not a sad thing

She gets to exercise her wings

It scares the shit out of me

So many different ways to be

So she stays there at home in her box

Most times I have to keep her in her box

She’s safer when she’s hiding in her box