You've got to push, push, to tear down the walls.
Of this box you put me in.
Because you don't understand.
And so you push, to find a label that fits me.
I'm feeling good on a Wednesday,
with the sparkling thoughts.
And so I push, to close the door.
Of this stall you've made for me, to keep me away.
And now we push, push, to stand together.