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