It's A Metaphor

COME NOVEMBER I'LL BE BRUISED

FALSE BLAMES NOT A CALLING CUE

DOWN YOUR HALWAY, TOO DISGUISED

WAVE GOODBYE

 

A TEST OF ALL YOUR KIND INTENTIONS

SLIDING DOWN THE WOODEN BOARDS

EMPTY QUILTS WHEN I'VE AWOKEN

SHATTERED GLASS IS A METAPHOR

 

YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM

BUT YOU STILL WANT YOUR CONTROL

JUST SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM

AND I WILL FIGHT FOR THAT

 

MARCH I'LL BE ESCAPING GREY

PUZZLES MISSING PIECES GONE ASTRAY

LIKE A DOLLAR TO A GAMBLING BOY

SHATTERED GLASS IS A METAPHOR

 

YOU SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM

BUT YOU STILL WANT YOUR CONTROL

JUST SAY YOU WANT YOUR FREEDOM

AND I WILL FIGHT FOR THAT