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?