Box of Bones - Third Eye Blind

You don’t know what I think or what I believe

You should probably pack your shit and leave

While we miss each other still

Before we kill it

You better leave, you better leave before we

Still our voices till we become

A parity of connection, a Cold War analog

You come on like a cloudburst

Nothing is precious when you’re ready for your knives

Now you’re taking all the lives

You’ve got me taking the servant’s stairs

I grew up taking the servant stairs

Right now it’s like I’m right back there

Still I won’t go back again

One time I find you

Warm in the rain right next to me

One time I find you

Right next to me

Then melancholy is an echo of a love that’s leaving

I know what I believe in

But I don’t think I know myself

Now this place means nothing to me

Empty friendships and meaningless conversations

Mediocre at best

If we hold still in the darkness

We may lose the time

We may know our mind

Then I fall in again

'Til one time I find you

Warm in the rain right next to me

and freeze

One time I find you

Right next to me

It’s just a loan, precious like an ossuary

It’s like a box of bones, I’m just a box of bones

And then the moment comes unmedicated and you wind me up

It’s like the rain washed us free we become

Just a box of bones

Just a box of bones