Boxes

16 weeks till your knocking arrives at my door step
I didn't think it'd take so long for you to notice me gone

I guess sometimes the timing isn't right
But I can't help but feel neglected and replaced

It's not just you it's also me
I cannot help but read between the lines
Tame my hands back, box my words up
It's not just me it's also you
You find a way to gravitate towards me
Tame your hands back, box your words up

This declaration might get me in trouble
But I am learning not to give a fuck
No no no no no
Not a single fuck