Found a box of things I'd long forgotten
Gathering dust in my parents loft
Full up of memories and half reminders
Do I still this need this anymore?
Reading the diary of my teenage mind
Hindsight was scratching at my door
The things I used to think were so important
I don't need them anymore?
I didn't keep a thing from us
In spite of all our years of love
My mind is more than good enough
But I wish that I could lose
All the thoughts that lead to you
I'd throw them underneath a bus
Out with all my broken trust
Too much is way more than enough
And I wish that I could lose
All the thoughts that lead to you
Letters and postcards and faded photos
I've spread them all out on the floor
They make a map of all the different people
I don't see round here anymore?
I guess the time has come to make decisions
Of what to burn and what to store
School reports saying that I can do much better
I won't read them that's for sure
I didn't keep a thing from us
In spite of all our years of love
My mind is more than good enough
But I wish that I could lose
All the thoughts that lead to you
I'd throw them underneath a bus
Out with all my broken trust
Too much is way more than enough
And I wish that I could lose
All the thoughts that lead to you
All the thoughts that lead to you
I've got maps and charts and instruction guides but not to your heart
And a couple of trophies, just for taking part, ain't that's my story
A book of autographs and newspaper clippings
Ticket stubs and gifts I thought were missing
Dates and times, how life goes by so quickly
I didn't keep a thing from us
In spite of all our years of love
My mind is more than good enough
But I wish that I could lose
All the thoughts that lead to you
I'd throw them underneath a bus
Out with all my broken trust
Too much is way more than enough
And I wish that I could lose
All the thoughts that lead to you
Yeah yeah
Yeah
And I wish that I could lose
All the thoughts that lead to you
