i was thinking of you
but not quite in the normal sense
(boxes)
inside each of us
is a place for quiet things
like gardens of simple learning
this is where we understand ourselves
(boxes)
help me now
i can't seem to breathe
help me now
i can't seem to believe
i was dreaming of you
but not quite asleep
(boxes)
we fill ourselves with all this imagination
line and verse brush and canvas
only to realize our love is much more vast
(boxes)
help me now
i can't seem to feel
help me now
i don't seem to be real
i am a box
when i have been filled with all the memories of loving you
where will you
hide me?
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