Pulling Pieces

There’s a worn out box
On the top of the shelf
I know I missed something
Can’t remember what
I keep drifting back and
Touching the spot
I can’t rest until I’ve found
What I’ve lost

I’m only pulling pieces
From the pages of my former life
Stiff and wrinkled paper
Written in a different time
Are you gonna cross the line?
Are you gonna cross the line?

Tell me why did you close the door?
I can’t get in
To where I’m supposed to go
I’m just shadow of what I used to be
I’ll always trail the life I used to lead
Why tell me why did you go
And cut me to the bone?
Why tell me why did my story
Have to end