Box Of Hate

Little, little pieces lay in this box
I’ve went through this too many times
I’m counting back the days that I had wasted
And this cigarette is still burning in this ash tray

Boxes, cards, love letters
Burn them underneath all these painted smiles
Was it the timing?
Because years have come and gone
And I’m still blurry with my vision.

I wore your jewelry last night
The ring was loose, the necklace was cracked
Your old fitted jeans fell off my body
This bottle is half empty
And there is still no call
No voice

               No picture
                                
Quiet, quiet now
This Romeo and Juliet have seen the devil
Sailed through the sea of fire
And left each other with the sight of land
Time to say good bye
One said leaving with the other one standing

Like they said it would happen one more time.