Tacklebox Lyrics by Ruby Fields
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
A learn in your room ripping tape of walls
There’s things you loved you don’t like anymore
A trash can sits in the corner of the eye
With purses and condoms and cigarette lighters
And I don’t know how and I don’t know why
When I told stories he knew when I lied
That I spent my days and all my nights
An underwear hating the skin I wore
Wiping ashes off my bedside droves
And those nights yet spent down on the wharf
Fishing me down to the back of shore
Carry honey rod in 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 real friends
But I pictured your scars every night in bed
While I touched my scars every night in bed