The box I built is just for me
There's room for one, so don't make me squeeze
It fits me so tight and cuts off the blood
Hot pain fills me up, I drown in my suds
I carry it with me, where ever I go
I built it for me, can't you see it's a round
It holds all my crap, my precious issues
I carry it with me, now matter how heavy
It's mine and I built it
For me and mine 'lone
It won't shade the sun or keep the wet out
But it sure holds my pain and most of my doubts
I'm just an american working class zero.
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