I emptied that box on the floor: letters, cards, pictures and more Completely forgotten all these items I collected before Some of them I got from you, some were too good to be true All of them embodied a path I thought would lead back to you Letters will be paper planes I will send from a rooftop, pictures where I look insane I will show no one Cards I'll give to someone else. Someone who will really care about my stories and my hopes and fears My hissy fits and my idiosyncrasies. They won't keep me in a box Time will pass and we will talk again. Another time, maybe another place I never really thought of you again, you've been away way too long But sentimental geeks will never learn their lesson when it comes to being firm They'll keep it in a box under their bed and then they'll empty it Can't be kept in a box