Shoeboxes - David Ramírez

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