I like it when you cry
And get in petty fights
‘Cause it means you’re thinking of me
I like it when you scream
And call me a machine
‘Cause it means you’re thinking of me
Maybe if I fit myself
Into your little box, I’ll find a home
Oh, and maybe you’ll take me
For what I am, and what I am is all alone
I suppose
I like it when you leave
You give me room to grieve
Just to pull me in again
I like it when you sigh
How it keeps me up at night
How it pulls me in again
Maybe if I fit myself
Into your little box, I’ll call it home
Oh, and maybe you’ll leave me
For what I am, well, what I am is all alone
Should’ve known
Should’ve known
Should’ve known
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I like it when you phone
And I leave you with a tone
‘Cause it means you’re thinking of me
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Sammy Copley Lyrics – Little Box