| I slept in your drive for a month | |
| But you didn't see | |
| I watched both the legs | |
| You uncrossed in the library | |
| And I would always fall beneath your spell | |
| This unrequited nowhere love is hell | |
| And I can't talk to you because | |
| I'm not made of flesh and bones | |
| And there's a box where my heart should be | |
| All of the wires are crossed inside of me | |
| I sent you a card but I swear it was thrown away | |
| Now it's getting dark in the cold light of day | |
| I'll pull all the pins that keep my soul in | |
| And I would always fall beneath your spell | |
| This unrequited nowhere love is hell | |
| And I can't talk to you because | |
| I'm not made of flesh and bones | |
| And there's a box where my heart should be | |
| All of the wires are crossed inside of me | |
| I want you | |
| But I am zero | |
| And I can't talk to you because | |
| I'm not made of flesh and bones | |
| And there's a box where my heart should be | |
| All of the wires are crossed inside of me |