The Boyfriend Box

How many times can you read that letter
And what do you need it for?
Can't you see that the salutation
Has no meaning anymore?
And you can't resurrect the body
And the closing's out of date
And if you stumble upon an answer
It will always be too late

You better take that letter, put it in the boyfriend box

Are you still staring at that picture
Of someone who doesn't care?
Just like you're looking through a window
At a world that isn't there?
If you're trying to reconstruct it
It will only fall apart
'Cause there's really nothing in it
But your late, great heart

You better take that picture, put it in the boyfriend box

Ooh la-la
Ooh la-la
Ooh la-la

There's something dark and dead
Buried in your head
And underneath your bed

You're still tempted to
Believe the world is true
You even almost do

Your little world is a little empty
But the memories never stop
Organizing themselves in layers
The most recent at the top
If you need to go any deeper
You can dig them out again
Just in case you need to be reminded
Of what a fool you've been

You're gonna take those memories, put 'em in the boyfriend box

Ooh la-la
Ooh la-la
Ooh la-la

Take those letters, put 'em in the boyfriend box
The boyfriend box
The boyfriend box