Boxcutter
wanted to feel around in your head
but when i stole a scalpel up to your bed
i found nothing from the good old days
just a duct taped box with my name
if you did what you wanted
i'd be gone
i know it makes no difference
to sit here in silence
staring
waiting on the phone to ring
i am not gonna feel resolved
i am not gonna feel it
wanted to be enough to make you stay
i took my pride and tore it
but you looked away
it's not bad luck
and it's not my fault
it's obvious
and a fact
that it just fucks me up
to see you now
we should both stop fooling ourselves
if you did what you wanted
i'd be gone
i know it makes no difference
to sit here in silence
staring
waiting on something to give
i am not gonna feel resolved
i am not
i take another
but it's still not high enough to shut you off
was i enough?