I know I could have worked this track a lot more. I could have re-done the guitar and got rid of the noises and fluffed notes, but sometimes the imperfections are what makes a track. I'm very imperfect, so this is a honest portrayal of my music.
Little things help us remember. Mementoes that Marie Kondo even allows you a box for. And sometimes its the strangest things that make us remember and shed a tear for something lost.
All my favorite chords recycled and played again... and I still have not learned a new picking pattern. And what do you know, another song without a hook or chorus...
The Box
A single drop earring
A cuff link without its twin
A button, And a key
that once unwound sardine tin
A coin from a distant land
An acorn without its cup
A shoelace and a strapless watch
who’s time was long ago up
All these things she keeps hidden, locked in a box
buried in a drawer, deep beneath her socks
All these little lost things, which she stumbled on then kept
Each now worthless, like memories she fears she’ll forget.
A shiny seashell
A stone, stripped black and grey
A jigsaw piece, A rusting badge
from a happy Birthday
An empty sweet wrapper
An straightened paper clip
A knotted string and a bead
Who’s smooth sparkle now is chipped
Once she lost something special so hoards these things she finds
Hoping now in keeping, to balance the past time.
She’s no longer careless, she has learned to hold tight.
And if she finds love again she’ll risk it this time, she really might
A counter from a board game
A faceless gold locket
A safety pin and a needle
with green thread still caught in it
There’s a ribbon that once tied letters
And a tear that fell alone
A ring and a shard of a heart
that’s fragile though now regrown
Because of the reckless way
she let her love be lost
She guards these things safely,
locked in a box
