damien rice
the box
Don't give me something to hold in my hand Something else to believe in 'Cause I'm over it And your reasons for wanting to stay Your reasons for wanting to change My reasons for everything are dull to you I have tried but I don't fit Into this box I'm living with Well, I could go wild 'Cause you might lock me up And I have tried but I don't fit Into this box you call a gift When I could be wild and free But god forbid then you might envy me So don't give me love with an old book of rules That kind of love's just for fools And I'm over it And my reasons for walking away My reasons for wanting to change My reasons for everything are lost with you I have tried but I don't fit Into this box I'm living with Well I could go wild But you might lock me up I have tried but I don't fit Into this box you call a gift When I could be wild and free But god forbid, then you might envy me I have tried Into this box Well I could go wild But you might lock me up I have tried but I don't fit Into this box you call a gift When I could be wild and free But god forbid, then you might envy me I could be wild and free But god forbid, then you might