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 holes 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 Woah 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