Tacklebox

I never wanted a white picket fence

I just liked your shoes and I liked your hands

Maybe all I needed was a friend

But I pictured your scars every night in bed

I learn in your room, it can take off the walls

These things you loved, you don't like anymore

A trash can sit in the corner of eye

With posters and condoms and cigarette lighters

And I don't know how, and I don't know why

When I told stories, you knew when I ride

That I spend my days and all my nights

You mend the way I hate in the skin I wore

Wiping ashes off my bedside drawer

And it's not yet spent down on the wall

Fishin' any doubt in the backdoor store

Carry home your own in a tacklebox

It was covered in the stickers that are now worn off

And I don't know how, and I don't know why

And I don't know how, and I don't know why

And I don't know how, and I don't know why

And I don't know how, and I don't know why

I never wanted a white picket fence

I just liked your shoes, and I liked your hands

Maybe we were never really friends

But I pictured your skies every night in bed

While I touch my scars every night in bed