Square Things - Jonathan Coulton

I love the shape of square things

But in my defense

Right at the edge is where things

Started to not make sense

Inside the cube you’re spinning

Colors slide into place

Just when you think you’re winning

Mix up a different face

And you wish for bigger fish or

Just some other thing

So you cast her in your disaster

Yes it hurts but only when you change

My poor heart is broken

Bruise at the softest touch

Best leave the rest unspoken

Who wants to care that much

Here’s your chance, kid

Look what you did

How could I complain

At the world’s end

With a new friend

Getting high on the same old dumb champagne

Still me

Quiet as a grave

I could play dumb

Walk away from

What might be

Something I can save

Take my chances

Circumstances won’t change me much

God forbid you

Leave the grid you

Know you must disclose

That’s your one strike

What’s it feel like

Soft and round but sometimes even those

Things are shaped like square things

Corners where you can hide

Sometimes you can’t repair things

Everyone choose a side