I'm going cross-eyed
Talking to myself
I don't know this scene
Don't know what I'm seeing
This whole thing is pretty taxing
While it's all being squared away
I'll listen to myself say
"Let it off your back
Take off that ridiculously large backpack
Take the time to lay back
But don't let yourself get too comfortable"
Boxing, moving, changing, stow away
There's nothing to it they all say
It's all being squared away
Yes it's all being squared away
But I'm boxed in and I can't fight my way out
Cause I want to know you in my next life
Does being young make it any different?
Will I ever be able to comment?
I try not to screw it up and screw it too tight
Don't crack the wood it makes things unstable
Crack the words to this mysterious fable
What is this feeling and is it more than one?
Is it ever capable of being something worth wondering?