It sits on its shelf,
a shelf designated only for itself.
in bed, i hope... not to think of it,
dream of it.
all i want is to forget it.
It taunts me,
haunts me,
plays tricks with my head...
nights i cant sleep, i get curious
and become overwhelmed with the desire to look through it.
remember the days the memories were made,
look back, reflect...
I wrap my lonesome heart and mine around the pictures we took,
the bracelets we made,
those once vivid memories have grown distant over the years,
but my heart wont let me entirely forget.
I miss the jokes we had,
the love we made,
nights of childish fun,
days of long discussion.
So until the next sleepless night,
I'll put you back in the box,
duck tape you, again
And hope that someday I can let go of you and our box of distant memories.
a shelf designated only for itself.
in bed, i hope... not to think of it,
dream of it.
all i want is to forget it.
It taunts me,
haunts me,
plays tricks with my head...
nights i cant sleep, i get curious
and become overwhelmed with the desire to look through it.
remember the days the memories were made,
look back, reflect...
I wrap my lonesome heart and mine around the pictures we took,
the bracelets we made,
those once vivid memories have grown distant over the years,
but my heart wont let me entirely forget.
I miss the jokes we had,
the love we made,
nights of childish fun,
days of long discussion.
So until the next sleepless night,
I'll put you back in the box,
duck tape you, again
And hope that someday I can let go of you and our box of distant memories.
