little boxes

all my little boxes fell apart
must have happened in the rain
must have been while i was dreaming
now i can’t find the one that holds my heart
 
pretty little boxes in a line
i liked that i could move them any time
i didn’t know the real value
of anything inside
now i can hear the offer on the line
 
all my little boxes torn apart
you told me you would do it from the start
i pretended to believe you
i intended to deceive you  
but this was your intention for my heart
 
i don’t want to let this feeling go
i don’t want to leave and never know
if you fell for your own trap
if you want to take it back
but this was your arena all the time
 
all my little boxes in the hall
waiting for the moving man to call
ive hoarded all these memories
the better to remember me
i hope that you will keep me on your wall
 
maybe i should play a different game
i knew that i would lose this all the same
i broke myself to be myself
you finger fucked my mental health
but i refuse to ever feel any shame
 
all the little boxes in my mind
i opened them all up and i showed you the inside
you told me what to throw away
you told me what to do and say
but somewhere along the line you must have realised
you were fucking with a heart and not a mind
 
all these fucking boxes in the fire
all these fucking notes on how to be a better liar
i was ever so suggestible
I made it irresistible
it’s just a shame you didn’t want a crier
 
i will miss your stupid fucking smile
i fell in love before the hundred mile
i just knew i wouldn’t understand  
how to dance with me to hold my hand
we were hiding half our faces half the time
 
don’t turn away from me
because you know what you have done  
turn away because you love me
turn away because you’re through
but if you never tried to question me
i never would have known
 
it was always you  
 
 
ill keep a little box of me and you