Oxbow - Boxed In

Don’t, don’t even try

Try to lick the hand of my open wound

When you know that I will find out soon

I feel like I’m back at school

When you look at me so helplessly

But you’re as guilty as a charge could be

There was something amiss when I met you

By the side of the house when I caught you

The devil’s punch throbbing at my side

You take me on an oxbow lake now

You float upstream when I go down

Nothing seems to coincide

So let it die, let it die, let it die

No, not any way

Wax syllables on an open fire

Won’t melt the heart of my broken parts

I mean, did it have to be me?

Or is this the crux of a thought out fix

Where words hurt harder than stones or sticks?

There was something amiss when I met you

By the side of the house when I caught you

The devil’s punch throbbing at my side

You take me on an oxbow lake now

You float upstream when I go down

Nothing seems to coincide

So let it die, let it die, let it die

Don’t let go