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