I keep on wondering when you'll get out of this box,
Aren't you knowing that I'll somehow find the lock,
I hate it even when I'm in the shine of your eyes, roaming
Back and fourth the way my scars do, pathetic
Because we know what they say about sideways.
I keep on thinking I'll just go along my way,
Hesitant, because I'm a forever and always catching myself moving sideways.
Stuck looking at you sideways