Shifted from corner to corner, worn down by time
Photos of people you don't see anymore
Somebody wasn't a friend
Somebody left, went up there
To see if it's really better
Letters read a million times
There's still perfume on those words
Making them sting even more
Hidden by a pair of glasses held together with tape
Memories I've put aside, memories I have
Where will you be tonight?
Do you ever think about me, or not?
While everything drifts away from me
You left so much behind, though
In the boxes I'm opening now
Stacked up, they hold answers
That're still fuzzy
And the years we spent searching
There, behind doors that were closed
But what really matters, you never know where it is
Memories I've stored away, the ones I have of you
Where will you be tonight?
Do you ever think of me, though
While everything drifts away from you
You left so much behind, though
In the boxes I'm opening now
Tales, storybooks, missing pages
Fogged-up glasses, clothes in different sizes
Spare remotes, you don't know if they work or not
Life's beautiful, though
Where will you be tonight?
Do you ever think about me, or not?
While everything drifts away from me
You left so much behind, though
In the boxes I'm opening now
You left so much behind, though
In the boxes I'm opening now