Shoebox

I bought a closet shoebox years ago

I’ve worn the boots it came with to the sole

Down memory lane and Main Street as I stroll

The journey winding

     

I’ve filled its walls with photos through the years

With autographs and bottle caps from beers

So if I lose my memories through the years

They can always find me

There's a shoebox in my closet

Full of pieces from my pockets

Polaroids of bottle rocket days back home

I don’t pull it out too often

But when I do I start to soften

It reminds me that this rotten world’s still warm, warm

A number from a drummer in a band

A bracelet someone slipped into my lovestruck hand

Just little ghosts to help me understand

The world around me

There’s a shoebox in my closet

Full of pieces I deposit

Folded notes and broken lockets made of gold

I don’t pull it out too often

It’s a story I get lost in

From Los Angeles to Boston

Back to home

There’s a shoebox in my closet

Full of reasons to be honest

And to take this life and pause it when you can

I don’t pull it out too often

But when I do I start to soften

It reminds me who on Earth I really am

Oh, it reminds me that this world’s still warm

Still warm

There's a shoebox in my closet

It's been years now since I bought it

It reminds me that this rotten world's still warm