It's a metaphor

 

Come november I'll be bruised

false blames not a calling cue

Down your halway, too disguised

wave goodbye

 

A test of all your kind intentions

sliding down the wooden boards

Empty quilts when I've awoken

shattered glass is a metaphor

 

You say you want your freedom

but you still want your control

Just say you want your freedom

and I will fight for that

 

March I'll be escaping grey

puzzles missing pieces gone astray

Like a dollar to a gambling boy

shattered glass is a metaphor

 

You say you want your freedom

but you still want your control

Just say you want your freedom

and I will fight for that