Tied Up

[Verse 1]
I was lured into a comfortable space
Promised warmth and freedom from suffering and scraping from day to day
The promise became a tangle of thorn covered vines
Tendrils of perversion choking my lust for life

[Verse 2]
Packed into a box
Signed off and shipped in palatable packaging
Struggling to accept the vessel I chose to become
And hoping there’s something left when it’s all been done

[Verse 3]
How much do I adjust
Until the hinges shake off their rust
And the world bends to trust
When will I be enough

[Bridge]
No! I will not be restructured into perfect lines
I would let it burn down before becoming a sacrifice

[Outro]
I’m tired of not good enough or out of line
Forgive myself to let myself be right this time
Flawlessly screwing up like a jerk
But doing so authentically like I deserve