Little box

I
Like it when you cry
And get in petty fights
Cause I know you’re thinking of me

I
Like it when you scream
You call me a machine
And it means you’re thinking of me

Maybe if I fit myself into your little box I’ll find a home
Maybe you’ll take me for what I am and what I am is all alone
I suppose

I
Like it when you leave
You give me room to grieve
Just to pull me in again

I
Like it when you sigh
How it keeps me up at night
How it pulls me in again

Maybe if I fit myself into your little box we’ll call it home
Maybe you’ll leave me with what I am, well what I am is all alone
Should’ve known

I
Like it when you phone
And I leave you with a tone
Cause it means you’re thinking of me