Little Wooden Boxes

There's a thump in my chest,

Its left me distressed,

Its left me wanting

And we're four to the floor,

But when I ask you for more,

The drum just keeps bleeding

The more I ask, the more it bleeds

And we silently fade into the mess I have made,

But we just keep on breathing

It's all I have,

The rise and fall

There's a fall to the floor,

I reach for the walls,

But my world just keeps spinning

Now I'm starting to numb,

To all the words I've become,

Through the eyes of a monster

The more I ask, the more it bleeds.

The more I ask, the more we bleed

Its miles and miles and miles and miles of empty space

It's all I have,

The rise and fall