So many little boxes. So, so many little boxes. Oh what they represent.
You're a little box. So am I. So is Billy. Mary too.
But when I'm flying over, how can I make sure to see my little box? How can I make myself different from all the rest? Or am I just naturally different?
Little boxes....little boxes...
Maybe if I do what I feel I NEED to do, suddenly my little box will stand out?
