OLIVIA/Purple Box
Purple Box
I trap myself into a tiny purple box
I stick a straw through the hole
So I can breath
I got no other place to go
I got no other place to go
This is what I learned to do
This is my
This is my home to me
I decide to cut a bigger hole with a fork
So I can get a view of what's going on
I put my ear up against the box
And wait until it's silent
Then carefully push the hole out
And set foot on the ground
But then all these ants start to crawl up my legs
I roll into a hole
Where eighteen red-eyed rabbit with hatchets
Take me prison and force feed me carrots
Throw me out into a river
I got no other place to go
I got no other place to go
This is what I learned to do
This is my
This is my home to me
I got no other place to go
I got no other place to go
This is what I learned to do
This is my
This is my home to me