In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
box marked fragile 3
I am a box marked fragile
I am sitting on your porch
I am ready to be opened
it's cold here in the rain
now, I don't mean to complain
but this is not what I was hoping
masking tape isn't holding
I packed too many memories
higher than you can count
if you let me in the door
I won't need them anymore
you can help me throw them out
I can be strong
I know I can
I just need a little help
this box contains
a broken man
who's trying to save himself
I am a box marked fragile
my destination is
to your open arms
I don't know how you feel
but I'm the real deal
honey, I ain't no false alarm
I can be strong
I know I will
I just need a gentle hand
to hold me up until
I get the strength to stand
I am a box marked fragile
I am all beaten up
battered through and through
but if you take me in
the healing can begin
and I'll be good as new
I'll be good as new
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