Room

If you are pointing me in opposite directions How best to know if there's a pop-up soul inspection? Our beliefs are mounting steady like a crystal in the sky But they blow up like confetti as we sing this lullaby- we sing How will I ever leave my room? Send a postcard to the mailbox to my room It isn't scripture- If it happens, It's on purpose The bigger hand it wants to know just what you purchased As we viciously take part in all the making of the cases Well, it's always beneficial to go on to better places How will I ever leave my room? Now send a postcard to the mailbox to my room Little me is so bored Older me is so so soar