Greenhouse

Old man don't make me stay

At this table all day

I feel my bones eat away at the floor beneath me

This is not my choice

Just the other side of the wall

Your power could make me fall

Until I've eaten it all, you won't let me leave here

But this is not my choice

I'll escape to the light of the night

I'll feed on all the air that I like

I'd rather stay out in the greenhouse

For this is not my choice

I don't feel the need to kiss you

On the mouth like this

Can't you see I'm embarrassed?

For this is not my choice

Is it all about respect?

Or is this a human defect?

How might this affect me?

For this is not my choice

You said it was important to fear

No sense of praise or cheer

You call all that's wrong"queer"

But this is not my choice

In the garden I am your devil

But this is my choice