Shoebox under my bed

You can't escape something that has no end.
You can't escape it when you've ran and ran and ran.
You feel that it's gone and that you're finally free.
But you're scared to go to bed and put your mind at ease.

You're laying in your bed wondering what do I do.
Should I throw them away and forget about you?

If that's not the answer then what is?
Because the shoebox of memories isn't sealed with a lid.

It's always right there under my bed but I still see everything inside of my head.
It's all so clear a penny here some chocolate there.
Thinking about it puts me into a bitter dispare.

I want it to leave and never return.
Because thinking about it makes my stomach churn.
I can not sleep not a single wink.
Because everything has come and gone in what felt like a week.
It just up and left with no regard to how I might feel with an unguarded heart.

That is what I see inside my head
With that shoe box of memories under my bed

It's morning now and the dreams are gone.
So now my life can keep going on..or at least until tonight
I'll be lying in my bed asking myself
Do I still love you? Of course I do!
I love you now, I loved you then! So tell me how to escape
This love that has no end?