modern marvels

we're all just pine boxes waiting to be filled
lined with all the dreams we were just too scared to run after.
lives like iambic pentameter, we're all just stressed and unstressed.
i could give you anything, all you gotta do is slide off that pretty lil dress
so i'm not mr. subtle, but I don't apologize anymore
cause what do I have left to hide
look inside me and there's cobwebs and an uneasy heart
but it's mine, and it's all i've got left
never thought i'd get you off my chest.