The Box
You left behind a few things
I guess that love never leaves a slate that's clean
I wish you'd taken them all
They whisper to me all the time from down the hall
I put what you forgot in a small cardboard box
It's in the closet at the very top
I tried to forget about it but
There's not a day goes by that I don't open it up
Hiding the memories didn't make the pain stop
I'm trapped in all this stuff, wrapped up in us
I just can't make myself think outside the box
Pictures of smiles shouldn't hurt so much
Why do two old concert tickets make me crave, crave your touch
You had to save that first date wine cork and
There's a Broadway Playbill from our trip to New York
I can feel every high and low we shared right here
I remember every laugh and it's worth every tear
I put what you forgot in a small cardboard box
It's in the closet at the very top
I tried to forget about it but
There's not a day goes by that I don't open it up
Hiding the memories didn't make the pain stop
I'm trapped in all this stuff, wrapped up in us
I just can't make myself think outside the box
I push it all the way to the back
But those souvenirs still call me from the past
They're not gonna leave me alone until you come back
I put what you forgot in a small cardboard box
It's in the closet at the very top
I tried to forget about it but
There's not a day goes by that I don't open it up
Hiding the memories didn't make the pain stop
I'm trapped in all this stuff, wrapped up in us
I just can't make myself think outside the box
I guess that love never leaves a slate that's clean
I wish you'd taken them all
They whisper to me all the time from down the hall
I put what you forgot in a small cardboard box
It's in the closet at the very top
I tried to forget about it but
There's not a day goes by that I don't open it up
Hiding the memories didn't make the pain stop
I'm trapped in all this stuff, wrapped up in us
I just can't make myself think outside the box
Pictures of smiles shouldn't hurt so much
Why do two old concert tickets make me crave, crave your touch
You had to save that first date wine cork and
There's a Broadway Playbill from our trip to New York
I can feel every high and low we shared right here
I remember every laugh and it's worth every tear
I put what you forgot in a small cardboard box
It's in the closet at the very top
I tried to forget about it but
There's not a day goes by that I don't open it up
Hiding the memories didn't make the pain stop
I'm trapped in all this stuff, wrapped up in us
I just can't make myself think outside the box
I push it all the way to the back
But those souvenirs still call me from the past
They're not gonna leave me alone until you come back
I put what you forgot in a small cardboard box
It's in the closet at the very top
I tried to forget about it but
There's not a day goes by that I don't open it up
Hiding the memories didn't make the pain stop
I'm trapped in all this stuff, wrapped up in us
I just can't make myself think outside the box
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Soileau
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