Shadow Box

I live in a shadow box it’s got little rooms I got little room
I’ll wait till the penny drops I hope it’s soon
Maybe I’ll outgrow it like my mother always said
Maybe I’ll just wait awhile until I knock it on the head
I’m frightened to admit it loathed to accept my fate
Like a million other would bees I cannot bare the wait
I live in a shadow box and it isn’t cold why do I feel cold?
I still watch top of the pops where the freaks are sold
Maybe I’ll outgrow it like my lover always said
Maybe all these things only exist inside my head
I couldn’t live without them they’re like daggers to a wife
And if the wounds are self inflicted that’s the story of my life
The story of my life…



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VINNY PECULIAR