Lyrics Box of Bones - Third Eye Blind

Box of Bones

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