Stephanie Quayle Shoebox
In an old shoebox underneath my bed
All the love we had back then
This is all that's left
Every letter every note
I memorized just like a song
Every word you wrote
Makes time stand still
Just like a broken clock
Photographs, old movie stubs
Four years of us, in an old shoebox
And I don't know
Why I
Keep it around
When it took me
So long
To get this far
But I don't have the heart
To throw it out
In an old shoebox underneath my bed
Those earrings don't shine quite as bright
As they did on that Christmas night
I put that chain around my neck
It don't fit right
Feels like a lie
So I put it back
The smell of dried red roses
Hits me like a rock
It was our first time
When we made love
Four years of us
In an old shoebox
And I don't know
Why I
Keep it around
When it took me
So long
To get this far
But I don't have the heart
To throw it out
No
I took that old shoebox from beneath my bed
I closed it up, taped it shut
And took a breath
I put it in my car and drove
Turned down your drive
Turned off the lights
So you wouldn't know
I left what's left of us on your doorstep
And said goodbye to what we had
In an old shoebox underneath my bed
All the love we had back then
This is all that's left
