This Box Is Empty

She's crossing out the details

And dusting off the picture frames

It's Saturday

She's been waiting for the phone to ring

She'll be waiting all night

And it doesn't matter who's on the line

So long as the voice works

But you're too scared of what you might say

So you fake it out on paper

Hypothetical and safer

While she's thumbing through her catalogues

Picking birthday cards and fingerscars

I guess she's lonelier than you

And if this box is empty

Go out and find another one

With a prettier design

And greater depth inside

And a lid to keep it from all spilling out

And you could fill it up with letters

From back when things were better

And both of you had blinders on

Read storybooks together

And you pretended away all the bad things

Now she disconnects the phone after the 2nd ring

And all the drama you could swallow could never check your ego

I guess no one's lonelier than you