A key in the door, a step on the floor,
A note on the table, and a meal in the micro
Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure you're fed
If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"
I crumple the note and save it to put inside
Chorus:
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies
It's under my bed, it's never been read
It's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From the first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending at someone
Who's not seventeen, doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or
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Did somebody tell you
This is how it's supposed to be?
Or did you just find it
And you don't want any more
from me?
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Was it something I said, or was it something you read
That's making me think that I should never have come here
I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,
I can tell you I'm sorry, but I can't tell you the truth, dear
And if I could - would it do any good?
You'll still never get to see the contents of
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You're so nineteen-ninety
And it's nineteen-ninety-four
Leave this world behind me
'Cause you don't want me anymore