Little Blue Box

Theres a little blue box,
That rests beside my bed,
Where I keep all the things I dont want in my head.

Thats why I don't remember our first kiss.

Don't remember your birthday,
Or the first time I saw you.

I don't remember your sweet aroma,
And I don't remember how your hand felt on my face.

Sso if you ever come around again,
And expect something more?

Don't blame me,
Blame the little blue box, that rests beside me bed,
Where I keep all the things I don't want in my head.