I want my own little box

My own place, my own thoughts

It's been like this for a while

I want to sort my own files

I'm sorry for separating myself

I just like fitting things on my own damn shelf

That doesn't mean you lost all of my love

That doesn't mean you lost all of my love

We were all hanging out at your house

I was showing everyone my new sounds

You asked everyone who wants to stay the night, I replied

I don't feel quite right, can I go home

I'm sorry for separating myself

I just like fitting things on my own damn shelf

That doesn't mean you lost all of my love

That doesn't mean you lost all of my love

I didn't mean to offend anybody

I even left in the text that I'm sorry

We talked next day and you said you were worried

I explained that I needed a little time just for me

Time just for me