Tacklebox (triple j Like a Version)

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

I learn in your room, it can take off the walls
These things you loved, you don't like anymore
A trash can sit in the corner of eye
With posters and condoms and cigarette lighters
And I don't know how, and I don't know why

When I told stories, you knew when I ride
That I spend my days and all my nights
You mend the way I hate in the skin I wore
Wiping ashes off my bedside drawer

And it's not yet spent down on the wall
Fishin' any doubt in the backdoor store
Carry home your own in a tacklebox
It was covered in the stickers that are 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 really friends
But I pictured your skies every night in bed
While I touch my scars every night in bed