I keep your memory in a box.
Far away from my mind where I won't think about you much.
And I keep the lid closed real tight.
To keep your memory from haunting me tonight.
Inside are all the letters that are telling me goodbye.
The box shows that you left me and all the reasons why.
I keep it. I read it.
I try not to believe it.
But I know that you're really gone.
I can run. I can hide.
But I know what's inside.
It's all the things that I've done wrong.
In the box.

Now every day seems the same.
As I lay here in the darkness and take all the blame.
I wonder where on earth you've been.
'Cause the last time I heard from you we were still friends.
I'm trying to find some comfort in the hurtful things you said.
But all I have is confusion running though my head.
Is it day. Is it night.
I must be a sight.
I've been up for days on end.
I love you. I hate you.
I don't know what to do.
I'll just put one more lonely night in the box.