Box In the Closet

Well he's looking for a box in the closet

Doesn't remember the last time he saw it

Finds it and blows off the dust

And then proceeds to open up

And he laughs a little as he looks

At the photos of him his mother took

And then he leans against a wall

Overcome with the thought of it all

This isn’t a song I want you to lie

It’s just a feeling I get at the end of the night when

Everything is gone

Gone

And this isn't a song I wanted to write

It’s just a feeling I get at the end of the night when

Everything is gone

Gone

And now he’s lying on the floor of the closet

Everything is gone and he's not sure what caused it

He looks in the photos again and sees the face of a long lost friend

And in the photo he's little and laughing

His eyes are the same despite the time passing

He folds the picture and puts it in his wallet

And leaves, closing the door to the closet