Foot Ox
I Wish I
I always wanted more
Pinned over the cement floor
Where all you did was ignore
And stare into the TV glow instead

I can hear you yell
That I could really use your help
Or the hands from the ghost of my former self
And all that she wanted me to be

Hard and calcified
Poor and drew the blinds
I wish I could keep it

And if I let you talk
(Hey, Hey)
Who knows what you might have said?
So I'm glad that I did not
I stared into the TV glow instead

(Aah, aah)