How many times can you read that letter
And what do you need it for?
Can't you see that the salutation
Has no meaning anymore?
And you can't resurrect the body
And the closing's out of date
And if you stumble upon an answer
It will always be too late
You better take that letter
Put it in the boyfriend box
Are you still staring at that picture
Of someone who doesn't care?
Just like you're looking through a window
At a world that isn't there?
If you're trying to reconstruct it
It will only fall apart
'Cause there's really nothing in it
But your late, great, heart
You better take that picture
Put it in the boyfriend box
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
There's something dark and dead
Buried in your head and underneath your bed
You're still tempted to believe the world is true
You even almost do
Your little world is a little empty
But the memories never stop
Organizing themselves in layers
The most recent at the top
If you need to go any deeper
You can dig them out again
Just in case you need to be reminded
Of what a fool you've been
You're gonna take those memories
Put them in the boyfriend box
Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la
Take those letters
Put them in the boyfriend box
The boyfriend box
The boyfriend box