Ask me all the questions you wish to ask,
Think of all the possibilities you see me in...

I fall asleep wondering what's going to happen;
Not what has already happened, but what's next...

Sitting in a brown wooden rocking chair,
Rocking back and forth to my favorite song...

Glistening eyes when I'm turned to the side,
Long eye lashes blinking at everything you say...

I put my lips together and gently blow out air,
Blowing the dust off of a little brown antique...

You played it all this time, thought you had it...
Leaving me alone at home late at night, wondering...

I look in the mirror, and see a white face,
I consider myself to be an abstract person...

So frustrated and angry inside of my head,
Twitching and jumping to every loud sound...

Praying under my smoky breath as I gather-
Scrambling through the car for what I bought...

Sometimes I just lay there, relaxing and not...
Looking at my wall- all the pictures and memories...

A female heart, walked hand in hand with his,
Always together and always near each other...

Are you feeling the rage now?
I'm knocking on your wooden box...