But every time the traffic flows
I feel my repression weakening
The tape itself is uncoiling
And the box is melting around your feet
I could stare at the sun
And maintain resistance to the glare
But this, I cannot curb
I am however, I master of disguise
Even from myself it seems
Break out the duck tape, darling
Maybe this time you'll constrict the traffic
Rebuild your castle of cardboard disguises
Because you cannot change me