Boxes By The Oven
Style: Pop punk

[Verse 1]
Boxes stacked against the oven
tile floor soaked from someone's boot
half the kitchen's still not open
but tonight that don't matter, Geoffrey, it's a hoot

[Pre-chorus]
Nobody cares the chairs aren't here
grab a box and call it a seat
we're not waiting on the mess to clear

[Chorus]
Geoffrey, light the candles now
raise a cup, however chipped
this whole chaos bends and bows
round the reason we all tripped and slipped

[Verse 2]
Rain's still coming through the window
nobody thought to shut it tight
but you're laughing like you always do though
turning wreckage into light

[Bridge]
Doesn't matter what's unpacked
doesn't matter what's still torn
what matters is the life you've stacked
brick by brick since you were born

[Chorus]
Geoffrey, light the candles now
raise a cup, however chipped
this whole chaos bends and bows
round the reason we all tripped and slipped

[Outro]
Someday this floor will all be dry
but tonight, Geoffrey, we don't mind

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