Sara Hickman - The Trouble With Boxes lyrics

The trouble with boxes I have trouble with them The trouble with boxes Is i never fit in The trouble with others Is…they forget how to knock The trouble with others is They're living in shock Metal is way too hot Cardboard falls apart Paper is way too thin And cement's heavy I'm not ready To be dropped in The trouble with wood is… People praying outside The trouble with wood is The body inside The trouble with being dead is You can't turn back the clocks The trouble with being dead Is… you end up in a box Solo Ashes blow away And sand can't turn back time Dirt leaves little doubt and Tombs are rectangles Without any angels To let you out The trouble with boxes We all think we'll win The trouble with boxes Is… life comes to an end All these little boxes I've had trouble with them All these little boxes I'll never get in