Boom Goes The Music Box

He lives in a box full of bomb

Making catastrophe

A world of moving lines

There's not a lot of room for our love in his house

So we make it at mine

And when he comes, his heart beat stops

Before he leaves, he plants explosives in my music box

I thought I could finger paint a liquid future

A raindrop shot in the dark

But I've got a lot of secrets to file

In a thriving pile of what is breaking my heart

And when he comes, his heart beat stops

Before he leaves, he plants explosives in my music box

Slowly I'll walk away from the crime scene

And soon my flesh will return from bright green

Back to a primary color

I'll bury the pigment of the accidental bedroom

I love you

'Till I become a paler shade with a hand grenade

That I'm throwing back at you