Cardboard Boxes

A shard of my old life
In a cardboard box
A splinter of my life
In a cardboard box
And a photograph
I'd forgotten I had

A cup of coffee in the morning
To wake me from my sleep
But there's still vacuum
In my dreams

A shard of my new life
Living day by day
Oh, one by one
I took all the boxes
To a different place
And a scribbled note
By your shaking hands

A cup of coffee in the morning
To wake me from my sleep
But there's still vacuum
In my dreams

As if it hadn't been
As if I hadn't been there
They erased all reminders
That kept my stare

They said you'd died
It's easier like that
With you dead
That I'd forget
And clear my mind
With you dead

But there's still vacuum
There's still vacuum
There's still vacuum
In my dreams