Shoeboxes

Ten years down the road I'll be cleanin' out my closet, getting rid of old clothes I reach behind my winter coat And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts Why did I hang onto your pictures Why did I hang onto that dress Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget So I suppose you'll be in every song I sing If not written in my words, you'll be hidden in these strings Cuz how could I ever forget my first love My first woman, first truth, first child from above But why do I hang onto your pictures Why have I not just thrown out that dress Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to It kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forget It kills me to see you... but it kills me not to It kills me to remember... and it kills me to forget