Sparky6Voltz - Boxes

Bots and bolts, stalls and schools, box and tape
Boxes become coffins cause you see some sort of mistake
Underbaked molten metal, folding people
Tracks unraced and roll-less skates
Excuses cause of new "safety rules"

I'm sorry if my trans identity
Makes you uncomfortable, well actually
I couldn't care less
What would I expect
From someone as tasteful as cardboard for breakfast
Painted nails put him in jail
Cause colors are too much for you
Makeup makes us look just like sluts
Don't even get me started on a fucking tattoo

Pretty little boxes
Rocks and glass
Short shorts, crops
It's just too much to ask
Ankles distract the class
Shoulders showing
Don't be crass
Don't be fat
Cause they'll "worry about your health"
And hey, don't be gay, by the way
Cause you're going straight to hell

Aw, what's the problem
Don't like how other people saw them
Y'know, like a normal person
Are you sad that they didn't cause them more hurting
Sorry that I don't fit your standards
Ha, as if... I don't care about your bland words
Hey, I don't fit within that crate
But you excuse it with love
Your great religious hate

Painted nails put him in jail
Cause colors are too much for you
Makeup makes us look just like sluts
Don't even get me started on a fucking tattoo

Pretty little boxes
Rocks and glass
Short shorts, crops
It's just too much to ask
Ankles distract the class
Shoulders showing
Don't be crass
Don't be fat
Cause they'll "worry about your health"
And hey, don't be gay, by the way
(Personal hell)
Cause you're going straight to

Pretty little boxes
Rocks and glass
Short shorts, crops
It's just too much to ask
Ankles distract the class
Shoulders showing
Don't be crass
Don't be fat
Cause they'll "worry about your health"
And hey, don't be gay, by the way
Cause you're going straight to hell

Cut your waist to fit inside
The beauty standards' fragile lines, thin lines
You can never eat, cause of your perfect body
Yeah, I better be exactly what they want me
To be beautiful is to be in pain
To be body that follows trends is to be in disdain
To be beautiful is to meet with ED
Chase an unhealthy dream, American dream, eugh

Written by:
Dustin Fultz

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