Received

It doesn’t matter what is inside the box

Sealed in the sky blue paper and binding red ribbon

As long as it’s from you, I don’t care what’s given

It could be a gift bought with wads of title

Or something purchased with soul

It could be a gruesome wad of gum made white

Or just some money to pay a toll

I’ll be happy with any, because you thought of me

That means more than an object will ever be

Anything you packed will be held in my heart

Sweet or sour or bitter or tart

Giver

“Do you like it?”

My stomach seems trapped in a pit

I battled through a labyrinth of shops

Looking for a gift that pops

Still my heart cannot be saved the practice of drums

And my head joining in with its repetitive strums

I should’ve gone with something else

Did I misunderstand their true self?

I should be hated for this misunderstanding

What if I misjudged and you leave me here standing?

Should I just leave, say see you later

Or see this through, this anxiety invader

I hope my sweat doesn’t show in the light

And I hope I really am right

Because I don’t know what I’d do

If you don’t like what I gave you