I drew a picture in the shower door, but you didn't see it.
I left a note for you in the window, but you didn't read it.
I made a song for you with frets and strings, trumpets, drums, and vibes and things, but you didn't hear it.
You didn't hear it.
I imagine you can do without, all the things i leave about.
Like letters in your inbox, and casual small talk.
And compliments on little things, like voice boxes and pretty teeth,
taste in movies and candy
family, scars, and your mothers rings.
You can do without those things.
You can do without those things.
You can do without those things.
You can do without those things.
You can do without those things.
You can do without those things.
You can do without those things.