The King of Flat-Pack

[Verse] Connor's hands were calloused, from screws and wooden boards, He was The King of Flat-Pack, in Beth and Jacqui's living room hoards, Joe sat there with a tear, his shorts had found a hole, In a sea of Allen wrenches, they were paying a heavy toll. [Verse 2] Beth was on his left side, Jacqui on his right, Pointing at the pieces, through another sleepless night, A desk, a chair, a cabinet, with bolts and nuts to spare, Connor's patience dwindled, under that dim-lit glare. [Chorus] And he'd say, "Why me, oh why me, why’m I the one they’ve got, Building dreams from boxes, this ain't what I sought, But I'll hammer and I'll tighten, till the dawn appears, For I am the King of Flat-Pack, in a kingdom of tears." [Verse 3] Joe's laughter broke the silence, "Your throne is built from pain, But look at this collection, it's worth every stain," But Connor couldn't muster a smile, just shook his weary head, "Someday, I hope this kingdom’s joys outweigh its dread." [Verse 4] Beth handed him instructions, like a map to reach the end, But every twist and turn, seemed like it would never mend, Jacqui whispered softly, "You’re our only hope tonight," Connor’s heart felt heavy, as he turned off the light. [Chorus] And he'd say, "Why me, oh why me, why’m I the one they’ve got, Building dreams from boxes, this ain't what I sought, But I'll hammer and I'll tighten, till the dawn appears, For I am the King of Flat-Pack, in a kingdom of tears."