Boxes

All these things, all These things are mine, Mine Alone. Kept for so long, I forgot, I forgot. Now where Will I put All these things? These things that I've earned, That I took, that I have. Why have I held on to you? What do you give? How do you love? Can this me define? I'm defined too much by you. And I have boxes. I will take you with me, I promise. In all these boxes. The Secrets of my Young heart are locked, Sealed in this paper and ink. Some things you just can't Throw away, though it hurts. You'd hate anyone to see Or anyone to touch. They're not made of gold or fragile Glass or worth that much. So why have I held on to you with Nothing to give and all out of Love? But I have a record here. I have a witness here. I'm defined too much by you. And I have boxes. I will take you with me, I promise. In all these boxes. I keep you hidden and I look at you When I am out. Everything's forgiven, it's a story I want to be Told. 'Cause it is beautiful that I have loved In such a way. Little reminders here in boxes that I stored away. And I know You've got boxes of your own. 'Cause we're defined so much by these Things in boxes that we keep Holding on while still letting go. All these boxes that we own. All these boxes. I have boxes.