"Tacklebox" lyrics

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

Alone in your room ripping tape off walls
Those things you loved you don't like anymore
A trash can sits in the corner high
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 lied
That I spent my days and all my nights
In underwear hating the skin I wore
Wiping ashes off my bedside drawer

And those nights you'd spend down on the wharf
Fishing in the dark 'til your back got sore
Carry home your rod and your tackle box
It was covered in stickers that have 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 scars every night in bed
While I touched my scars every night in bed