The CumBox

[verse] There’s a box under my bed, not for shoes or secrets red, But for a tale that’s kinda gross, not the kind you’d suppose. Kept hidden from the light, through the day and through the night, A cardboard tale, years in the make, oh the story it could narrate. [chorus] Oh, the cumbox, my secret disgrace, A box of shame in a hidden place. Held onto for reasons unknown, In the shadows, quietly grown. [outro] Oh, the cumbox, my secret disgrace, Now I wonder as I roam, Is it time to let it go?