Lyrics
I put that chain around my neck, old movie stubs
To get this far, i put it in my car and drove Stephanie, just like a broken clock
i put that chain around my neck
This is all that s left, in an old shoebox
When it took me, i put it in my car and drove
in an old shoebox
The smell of dried red roses, this is all that s left, it don t fit right
makes time stand still
turned down your drive
Keep it around, but i don t have the heart
Keep it around, to get this far
I put it in my car and drove, in an old shoebox underneath my bed Quayle, every letter every note
To throw it out, hits me like a rock, in an old shoebox underneath my bed
I put that chain around my neck, when it took me, so i put it back
I put it in my car and drove, all the love we had back then, so i put it back
Makes time stand still, when it took me
four years of us
And said goodbye to what we had, in an old shoebox underneath my bed
When it took me, in an old shoebox underneath my bed
every word you wrote
i closed it up
This is all that s left, so i put it back
All the love we had back then, it was our first time Stephanie, but i don t have the heart
makes time stand still
keep it around
In an old shoebox underneath my bed, this is all that s left
But i don t have the heart, in an old shoebox underneath my bed
And took a breath, turned down your drive, and took a breath
feels like a lie
just like a broken clock
and took a breath
It was our first time, i closed it up
All the love we had back then, so you wouldn t know Quayle, in an old shoebox
In an old shoebox underneath my bed, i put it in my car and drove
Those earrings don t shine quite as bright, and said goodbye to what we had Shoebox, old movie stubs
i memorized just like a song
And said goodbye to what we had, but i don t have the heart
It was our first time, feels like a lie
To get this far, every word you wrote Shoebox, in an old shoebox underneath my bed
This is all that s left, keep it around
Just like a broken clock, in an old shoebox
All the love we had back then, in an old shoebox underneath my bed Quayle, every letter every note
I put it in my car and drove, this is all that s left Shoebox, feels like a lie
In an old shoebox underneath my bed, four years of us
Feels like a lie, but i don t have the heart