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 k**s me to see you, but it k**s me not to
It k**s me to remember and it k**s 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 k**s me to see you, but it k**s me not to
It k**s me to remember, oh and it k**s me to forget
It k**s me to see you…..but it k**s me not to
It k**s me to remember…..and it k**s me to forget