I’m a birthday gift gone wrong
a music box with a silent song
a canary who can’t sing
a jack-in-the-box with a broken spring
and these pieces that you save
is nothing more than digging graves
I’m the race-horse who wont run
a party girl who can’t have fun
a thunder storm without the flash
the falling vase you couldn’t catch
all these nights we tried in vain
still nothing more than digging graves
dig it up if you want
but they are parts that can never be a whole that you will love
