Greenhouse

Old man don't make me stay
ct 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