Testo Rubber

I stole your pencils and I made a posy for you
And with the flowers I made a hat that you
You said me goodbye with
I stole your goodbyes and I built a door
I can open only with your pencils
But your pencils have drawn too much
And they don't want think about me
Don't want think about me
And here I am under a rubber pressure
Something's removing me
Or I'm just out of your margin?
Out of your margin.

I stole your paper and I folded slowly
Building a little house where I can hide myself
And so you tooke your pencils
And you drew a windstorm that swept my house away
Please explain to me
Was I in the wrong page or in the wrong line?
Then delete my outline with your favorite rubber.

And here I am under a rubber pressure Something's removing me
Or I'm just out of your margin?
Out of your margin.