Cement, mortar, and bricks, my favorite materials 
brick by brick i'm slowly building up my walls 
higher and higher i can barely see over now 
hammer and chisel so i can get some light 
Maybe someone can peer in through my pinhole 
maybe someone can see through my window 
And see this body trapped behind these walls 
i don't want you to see the whole picture 
just a corner maybe the wood of the frame 
a syllable a letter of the signature 
I don't want you to know the canvas 
Every other weekend 
i tempt myself 
with a ladder 
i think about climbing over 
rung by rung 
and being naked 
i question every step rung by rung 
Then i climb back down cause i got a glimpse 
a scent, a sound, and my eyes burn 
the smell makes me nauseous 
the pop noises leave my ears ringing 
it left me ringing