Up there on the shelf, is a box of my old memories
It's probably full of pictures, and maybe some of my old CDs
Funny thing about it, is I don't remember what it contains
One thing is for certain, your fingerprints are on everything
Sometimes I wonder why, we keep it all boxed up
You say that it's just stuff, oh, but to me, it means so much
It's memories of you and me, oh
I pull it down from the shelf, and look through my old memories
There's a picture of you and me, back on New Years Eve
And another with the boys, there are so many of these
Some photos and stuffed toys, a T-shirt and yeah some old CDs
Sometimes I wonder why, we keep it all boxed up
You say that it's just stuff, oh, but to me, it means so much
It's memories of you and me, oh
I put it back on the shelf, but left out a few memories
A picture of us on the sand, and that T-shirt with the trees
Sometimes I wonder why, we keep it all boxed up
However, now I know why, oh it's more than just a box
It's memories of you and me, oh
It's memories of us, and we, ooo