Ten years down the road
Iâ??ll be cleaninâ?? out my closet, getting rid of old clothes
I reach behind my winter coat
And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts
Why did I hang onto your pictures
Why did I hang onto that dress
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget
So I suppose youâ??ll be in every song I sing
If not written in my words, youâ??ll be hidden in these strings
Cuz how could I ever forget my first love
My first woman, first truth, first child from above
But why do I hang onto your pictures
Why have I not just thrown out that dress
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
It kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forget
It kills me to see you but it kills me not to
It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget