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 What I am is all alone I suppose I, like it when you leave You give me room to breathe 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 What I am is all alone Should've known Should've known Should've known Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Hmm, mm, mm Mmm, mm, mm, mm I, like it when you phone And I leave you with the tone 'Cause it means you're thinking of me