You’re in my head like a boxcutter, baby.
Are you here to prove all those schoolboys right?
Every afternoon I contemplated the knife.
The sick fact I want to be some lost little boy’s good Christian wife?

Does your violence want me?
Could your right side love me?
How I live and I make believe.
I want to live and to make believe.

Your silence provides a white blanket,
For me to tear and spit on.
‘Cause before you know
You’re in my head like a boxcutter (baby).
And I want you here to prove all those schoolboys right.
Give me an excuse,
Give me the knife.
Sick fact,
Lost little good Christian wife.

Lyrics submitted by Dressed2Depress

Boxcutter, Baby song meanings
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