I Like it when you cry And get in petty fights Cause I know 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 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 Maybe you'll leave me for what I am Well what I am is all alone Should've known I Like it when you phone And I leave you with a tone Cause it means you're thinking of me