In my closet on a shelf
There’s an old shoebox
It’s filled with old memories and not much else
There’s photographs and letters
A few remember whens
That I find myself reading over and over again
And though you’re not with me (ahhhhs in background)
I can relive history
In every letter every I love you is circled in red
I’ve got ticket stubs from every movie that we’ve seen
And the rose that you gave me
The one you picked from your momma’s flower bed
The day we met
I really should’ve moved on
A long time ago
But when it comes to you
You know I never was that strong
No matter how far away you are or where I am
Inside this here old show box we’re still lovers and friends
And though you’re not with me (ahhhhs in background)
I can relive history
I’ve got every card with your name signed in hearts
But the memory that I forget the most
Is the “dear John” letter that I keep closed
And baby I can’t help but wonder where you are
And though you’re with someone else not me
I can still relive history
In every letter every I love you is circled in red
I’ve got ticket stubs from every movie that we’ve seen
And the rose that you gave me
The one you picked from your momma’s flower bed
The day we met
In my closet on a shelf
Ill keep that old shoebox
filled with old memories and not much else
No matter how far away you are or where I am
Inside this here old show box we’re still lovers and friends
[Thanks to Dave Singer for lyrics]
ShoeBox Lyrics by Steve Zuwala
. Song rating: 4.5 [1 vote]
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