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.

Secrets of my young heart
Are locked, sealed in this paper and ink.
Some things you just can't throw away
Though it hurts
And 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've a record here.
I've 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'll keep you hidden
And I'll look at you when I am old
Everything's forgiven
It's a story I'll 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.