There's blood caked on the shoebox,
Letters inside spell out
Words that start with at 13 year old heart
That a string of mishaps ripped apart.
There's blood on crossed out mix tapes,
Old songs whose meanings are
Crashing on the floor,
Swallowing space like never before.

This is like an after school special
That skips like cat-scratched vinyl.
Just as the dilemma threatens to die,
These years have frozen it alive.

There's blood stashed in my folks' garage,
The letters folded like stars
Are sacred documents.
Tributes to lost innocence.
There's blood on the backs of pictures
Whose mouths have been glued shut,
Whose eyes have lost their shine.
I dedicated this tear to the hands of time.

Our kisses slip through your fingers,
Chalk outlines of lead singers.
Even as I flee from the scene of the crime,
These years have frozen it alive.

There's blood caked on the shoebox,
Letters inside spell out
Words that start with at 13 year old heart
That a string of mishaps ripped apart.

One two three four!

This is like an after school special
That skips like cat-scratched vinyl.
Just as the dilemma threatens to die,
These years have frozen it alive.