The Box Song

[Verse 1]
Box on a desk next to a castle of glass
That they bought from the airport, the price on the back
Shelves overflow with photographs and bones
A museum of someone that will never be known

[Pre-Chorus]
Pennies for thoughts that cost a mountain of debt
Rusting in bottles they’ll never come to collect
They’ll never come to collect

[Chorus 1]
And you were sure that you could keep it all
Off in a tower where there’d always be space
And you were sure that if you read it all
You would eventually come across your own name

[Verse 2]
Daffodils hanging off a rearview of lies
You keep your foot on the pedal, and you can’t see outside
Boxes of novels fill all the seats and the trunk
There’s barely room for a driver in this treasure chest of junk

[Pre-Chorus]
And the tower is crumbling, and you are thinking of running
From all these years of commitment to keep this dead garden growing
To keep this dead garden growing

[Chorus 2]
And you were sure that you could learn it all
And if you did then you would always be safe
And you were sure that you could use it all
To build a fortress they could never take

[Bridge]
It’s got to be around here somewhere
Maybe you’re really going mad
Maybe it’s buried in the old school
Maybe you never really

[Verse 3]
And now you’re starting look a little like someone in a book
You’ve tucked yourself inside, your body pressed and dried
Fairies and princes, and the story doesn’t change
He keeps on slaying the dragon, she’s still chained to the cage

[Pre-Chorus]
And it’s time to retire, but you can’t give up the title
As the head of collections for these dead letter files
As the head of collections for these dead letter files

[Chorus 3]
And you were sure that you could keep it all locked
And all the nice dark things would never get lit
And you were sure that you could keep them out
And you were sure that you could keep yourself hid

[Outro]
It’s got to be around here somewhere
Maybe it’s under mom and dad
Maybe you wrote it in your diary
Maybe you never really
It’s got to be around here somewhere
Maybe you gave it to your son
Maybe it’s time you just admit that
Maybe you never really had
A past worth passing on