Vicky's Box

[Verse 1] He won't ride in cars anymore It reminds him of blowjobs, that he's a queer And his hair stuck to the roof, over the wheel Like a pigeon on a tire goes around And circles over circles and he's a queer And his hair on the roof like a pigeon Goes around, says he's a man And his eyes, and his hair And his eyes, say he's a man He won't ride anymore He won't ride anymore He won't ride anymore [Verse 2] Home is a rage, feels like a cage Home is what you read How you breathe Home is how you live I feel boxed in I feel boxed in I feel boxed in Think I'll be all right Home is where the heart lies The heart lies The heart lies Welcome home Welcome home Welcome home [Verse 3] It's under the strangle of the winter I only love pieces of things that I hate Like this box, this piece of roof I can't grasp, can't see true A piece of past, says like today Like a decade ago Painful to remember like today [Verse 4] I've been here another year, another day Ocean waving flies and a child Girl, you complain To kiss the rotten broken knee You may be dreaming You may be bleeding You may be in this box [Outro] A kitchen is a place where you prepare And clean up Clean up Clean up Clean up