Where I got my bricks (ft. don't be another brick)

Please don't be another brick in my wall.

I got a brick from my dads' hard heart and another from my grandmothers wind chimes.

A brick from my failed calculus test and a brick from the flowers you never brought me.

Please don't be another brick in my wall.

I got a brick from the two scars on my left hand and a brick from waiting in line for good concerts.

A brick from your pine scented car and a another brick from my car with the squeaky wheel.

Please don't be another brick in my wall.



I got a brick from the breakfast club and one more from st. elmos fire.

A brick from say anything and another from pretty in pink.

I got a brick from all those family parties and all those unfinished art pieces.

I have bricks from rainy days and bricks from sunny days.

And I have thousands of bricks from endless thunder storms.

Please don't be another brick in my wall.



I got a brick from that bad hair die and those jeans I used to wear ever day.

Please don't be another brick in my wall

I got a brick from a musician and a brick from a poet.

I got a brick from a gypsy and a brick from an adventurer.

Please don't be another brick in my wall.

I have bricks from empty hearts and empty hands.

bricks from a mind full of thoughts and lips full of questions.

Please don't be another brick in my wall.







I have a thousand up turned bricks in my wall and I just hope you aren't one of them.

Don't be just another brick.