I emptied that box on the floor: letters, cards, pictures and more
Completely forgotten all these items I collected before
Some of them I got from you, some were too good to be true
All of them embodied a path I thought would lead back to you
Letters will be paper planes I will send from a rooftop, pictures where I look insane I will show no one
Cards I'll give to someone else. Someone who will really care about my stories and my hopes and fears
My hissy fits and my idiosyncrasies. They won't keep me in a box
Time will pa** and we will talk again. Another time, maybe another place
I never really thought of you again, you've been away way too long
But sentimental geeks will never learn their lesson when it comes to being firm
They'll keep it in a box under their bed and then they'll empty it
Can't be kept in a box