The School

Think outside the box
But don't go far
That's what they say
We stop at the bar
If we go higher we're thrown in the fire
By their greatest liars

We're all just trying to find our place
In this world where we have no face
They strive for perfect
They strive for grace
But there is no perfect in this place

We move along one inch at a time
We learn to respond at the flip of a dime
Day by day the same thing over
We deal with all the things forked over

We're stuck here like prisoners of war
We all long for that open door
Think outside the box
But don't go far
We're about to raise that bar