sunbeams

suburbia on a Sunday afternoon
always makes my skin crawl

sunbeams invading comfort
get some light in here
steal a kitchen knife
do some damage

notice all the shapes
just four sides
that’ll work keep them in
variance be damned
they’ll never find the door

the grass is only greener
cause Mr Jones
has got dysfunction
they swim but they never reach her
perfect lines, perfect color

sit in your box
hold tight your perception
i’m gonna go now
beyond the reception

never belonged
you must
it’s the way
i’ve ripped me out 
in all the wrong ways

where you find yourself
was it you
or me
where I find myself

feel the pull
when it cuts the seams
sweet release
a chaotic pour

rips me free
cause a scene
take my square
it never fit me