You think you've got my number figured out
A motive born in drought
And brevity

And if I'm not the soul of your design
I blatantly decline
Your remedy

Don't box me in
Don't, or I'll leave
I'd rather be a dreamer
I'd rather be free
I'd rather be a leader
I'd rather be a queen
I'd rather be a singer, in a trashy cover band

I'd rather be a closer
I'd rather be clean
I'd rather be a poser in a magazine
I'd rather be pretty much anything else
Than your machine

I wasn't always just a single shade
A palette full of gray
In reverie

I can burn it brighter than the Sun
I have a golden gun
Inside of me

Don't box me in
Don't, or I'll leave
I'd rather be a dreamer
I'd rather be free
I'd rather be a leader
I'd rather be a queen
I'd rather be a singer, in a trashy cover band

I'd rather be a closer
I'd rather be clean
I'd rather be a poser in a magazine
I'd rather be pretty much anything else

And if I fall behind
Ignoring all the signs
And if I lose the fight
I'll still rage against the night
(Don't box me in)
(Don't box me in)
I'd rather be a dreamer
I'd rather be free
I'd rather be a leader
I'd rather be a queen
I'd rather be a singer, in a trashy cover band

I'd rather be a closer
(Don't)
I'd rather be clean
(Box me in)
I'd rather be a poser in a magazine
I'd rather be pretty much anything else
Than your machine