Shoe Box-Barenaked Ladies

　　A key in the door

　　a step on the floor

　　A note on the table

　　and a meal in the micro

　　Note says "I'm in bed

　　please make sure that you're fed

　　If you're taking a shower

　　you can borrow my bathrobe

　　When I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"

　　I crumple the note and save it to put inside

　　My shoe box

　　Shoe box

　　Shoe box of lies

　　it's under my bed

　　it's never been read

　　it's in with my school stuff

　　and my mom never cleans there

　　From my first little fib

　　when I still wore a bib

　　To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone

　　Who's not seventeen

　　doesn't know what you mean

　　When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or

　　My shoe box

　　Shoe box

　　Shoe box of lies

　　My shoe box

　　Shoe box

　　Shoe box of lies

　　Did somebody tell you

　　This is how it's supposed to be

　　Or did you just find it

　　And you don't want any more from me

　　Was it something I said

　　or was it something you read

　　That's making me think that

　　I should never have come here

　　I can offer you lies

　　I can tell you good-bye

　　I can tell you I'm sorry

　　But I can't tell you the truth, dear

　　And what if I could would it do any good

　　You'll still never get to see the contents of

　　My shoe box

　　Shoe box

　　Shoe box of lies

　　My shoe box

　　Shoe box

　　Shoe box of lies

　　You're so nineteen-ninety

　　And it's nineteen-ninety-four

　　Leave this world behind me

　　'Cause you don't want me anymore