xRinrinx3

Everything in tidy little boxes All of my memories are pigeon holed One section left vacant for all the dreams A  million for the dreams that they stole All the boxes with perfect right angles Protractor now set to ninety degrees With such rigid habits I wont survive Please will you come and make a mess of me Everything in tidy little boxes While your dreams remain scattered on the floor It's best that way, mine are hidden away And stay so very easily ignored All the boxes are stacked up together So high one day they will surely fall down Either that or they will be stacked so high They'll encompass, suffocate and surround Eve