Barenaked Ladies | Lyrics | Shoe Box

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
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 goodbye
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