What didi you find in the box
In the back or the attic
That you find packed
All those years ago

A nineteen six ties plushie frog
A crotchet tapes try for walls
A closet full of oddities
A signed Imogen Headp CD
I fill my room with little things
No one wants and no one needs rejected
I guess theyre just like me

I'm queem a of broken toys
The music box that don't make noise
The friends I don't have thinks its weird
I keep the things that disappear
I fall in love with broken glass
And wipe dust off of paper backs
I'm afraid of letting go
So I hold on to mementos

The smell of old is nothing new
Locked in picture frames with glue
A TV stuck on channel five
A vhs that's locked in time
In my room with little things
No one wants and no one needs rejected
I guess theyre just like me

I'm queem a of broken toys
The music box that don't make noise
The friends I don't have thinks its weird
I keep the things that disappear
I fall in love with broken glass
And wipe dust off of paper backs
I'm afraid of letting go
So I hold on to mementos

What didi you find in the box
In the back or the attic
That you find packed
All those years ago