Nike Shoebox
Back in 8th grade, I used to keep a Nike shoebox
Stashed a few baseball cards under my tube socks
The little bit of money that I earned from my allowance
Was spent within a week at Oasis buying albums
I was getting it not to be confused with moving copious
Amounts of opiates like my associates I never pushed a brick
Let alone a dime or a nickel
And the only crack I cooked is when I rocked an instrumental
Now back to the matter at hand
It's like a melting pot of everything I loved that only few could understand
I kept some firecrackers and a condom packet
Along with an emblem from the zipper of my starter jacket
Oh, to be a kid again concealing every secret
Like the letter from my ex I hope my mother didn't read it
It's more than just a box it was like a time capsule
Of an era I would love to travel back to
Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox
You'll never know the value of a moment
Until it's just a memory of a picture that you're holding
Even on a ticket stub from the first night, you hit a show
With your homies going crazy high fiving in the front row
A feeling that's unmatched money can't buy that
When I open this box and I'm taken aback
I remember a period I was writing
On anything I can grab like a napkin from a diner
Some would call it a scroll I would call it an heirloom
I kept it tucked inside of a box up in my bedroom
My father told me not all treasure is simply
Silver and gold, diamonds and pearls or fancy jewelry
It was at that moment I learned a valuable lesson
About treasuring memories over worldly possessions
And now I'm ready for whatever
Things may come and go but memories are forever
Needles!
Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox
When I was a kid, I used to keep a shoebox
Everything inside of it has taught me a lot
Now that I'm grown and I'm living on my own
And I think about the memories of everything I lost
When I was a kid, I used to keep a shoebox
Everything inside of it has taught me a lot
Now that I'm grown and I'm living on my own
And I think about the memories of everything I lost
Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox
Stashed a few baseball cards under my tube socks
The little bit of money that I earned from my allowance
Was spent within a week at Oasis buying albums
I was getting it not to be confused with moving copious
Amounts of opiates like my associates I never pushed a brick
Let alone a dime or a nickel
And the only crack I cooked is when I rocked an instrumental
Now back to the matter at hand
It's like a melting pot of everything I loved that only few could understand
I kept some firecrackers and a condom packet
Along with an emblem from the zipper of my starter jacket
Oh, to be a kid again concealing every secret
Like the letter from my ex I hope my mother didn't read it
It's more than just a box it was like a time capsule
Of an era I would love to travel back to
Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox
You'll never know the value of a moment
Until it's just a memory of a picture that you're holding
Even on a ticket stub from the first night, you hit a show
With your homies going crazy high fiving in the front row
A feeling that's unmatched money can't buy that
When I open this box and I'm taken aback
I remember a period I was writing
On anything I can grab like a napkin from a diner
Some would call it a scroll I would call it an heirloom
I kept it tucked inside of a box up in my bedroom
My father told me not all treasure is simply
Silver and gold, diamonds and pearls or fancy jewelry
It was at that moment I learned a valuable lesson
About treasuring memories over worldly possessions
And now I'm ready for whatever
Things may come and go but memories are forever
Needles!
Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox
When I was a kid, I used to keep a shoebox
Everything inside of it has taught me a lot
Now that I'm grown and I'm living on my own
And I think about the memories of everything I lost
When I was a kid, I used to keep a shoebox
Everything inside of it has taught me a lot
Now that I'm grown and I'm living on my own
And I think about the memories of everything I lost
Memories like a buried treasure
Sometimes I can't remember it all
Melodies are the doorsteps to forever
Tucked my soul inside my favorite shoebox
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Writer(s): Robert Simpson
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