How can I climb out of your throat
To make you say something
Like a spider looking for a ladder
To get out of the corner
To find a way
To escape from a name as known as a lonely knitter
From the three white page walls
Like in the middle of billions cross roads
Nowhere to belong
But stay in the corner
Like a time hunter
You heard on me now
But you would not say it
Because im still living in your throat
Living in a corner in the middle of nowhere
Tryna get out