Other People's Things

Packing up all these boxes
Blowing dust off memories
Every little thing I seem to find
Is one less look at you and me
A few old CDs at the bottom
I turn one over and find our song
And there's a t-shirt that the band signed, that night
I always wondered where it had gone

If anyone else opened this box
They'd see for themselves
It's just a pile of old junk
But to me, everything in there is a secret memory
It's all that I have left of you and me
But to anyone else, they're just other people's things

There's the shoes I wore on our first date
A photo of us in the snow down town
That old pair of jeans you used to hate
So full of hopes but I wouldn't throw them out
It's hard to see these things when you don't need me now

If anyone else opened this box
They'd see for themselves
It's just a pile of old junk
But to me, everything in there is a secret memory
It's all that I have left of you and me
But to anyone else, it's just other people's things
It's just other people's things

If anyone else opens this box
And helps themself
To whatever they want
Well I hope everything in there is a better memory
Better than they were for you and me
'Cause when I close this box
They're not our's anymore
If there's no you and me
They're just other people's things
They're just other people's things