Sunday Song #16: My Mind is a Box by Pretty Balanced

My attention is cashed so don't
Talk to me anymore be the
Subject terrifying or
Important or pure,
My cigarettes are spent so don't
Expect productivity be the
Matter just or crucial or
Personal or reactive.

My mind is a box and you put things in and you
Take things out and it's empty.
My mind is a box and you gut it then and you
Flatten it and you leave me blank and the
World is big my body's small, my
Body's short the world is tall.

So fill me up with chemicals or
Other people's words,
I shout it from this pretty hole in
Modes and fifths and thirds.
My mind is a box,
My mind is a lie.
My mind!

My mind is a line running down my spine
Like a vine of green and psychedelic
Iridescent rainbows
My body is built like a function of mechanics
Like a robot when he gives himself his
Own petty instructions.

My mind is a box and you put things in and you
Take things out and it's empty.
My mind is a box and you gut it then and you
Flatten it and you leave me blank and the
World is big my body's small, my
Body's short the world is tall.

So fill me up with chemicals or
Other people's words,
I shout it from this pretty hole in
Modes and fifths and thirds,
I steep up an infusion there and
Pour it on these keys.
I'm influenced so easily so
Influence me please.
Just

Fill me up with chemicals or
Other people's words,
I shout it from this pretty hole in
Modes and fifths and thirds.
I steep up an infusion there and
Pour it on these keys.
I'm influenced so easily so
influence me please.
I'm influenced so easily so
influence me please.