The Box - Damien Rice

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

But 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…