Voice Boxes and Pretty Teeth

I drew a picture in the shower door
But you didn't see it
I left a note for you in the window
But you didn't read it
I made a song for you with frets and strings;
Trumpets, drums, and vibes, and things
But you didn't hear it
You didn't hear it
I imagine you could do without all these things I leave about...
Like letters in your inbox, casual small-talk
The compliments on little things
Like voice boxes and pretty teeth
Taste in movies and candies
Family scars and your mother's ring
You can do without those things