A shoebox in my closet—I wrote your name in blue ink on it With that marker you'd forgotten in the car I wrecked last spring. I know some might judge me for these letters I'm still reading Though you're younger brother's older than you ever got to be.
A faded cotton t-shirt folded neatly in my dresser, Wrapped in plastic so I never, ever lose the scent of you. Yeah, sometimes weeks go by that I'm fine, but when I'm not I breathe in deep enough to rewind and pretend it isn't true.
CHORUS Well maybe I can't hold you, but I'm always holding onto All those little things I kept. The little things you left behind.
A bent up pair of glasses with their lenses full of scratches, And the metal's chipped and cracking, so I keep them tucked away. But when I'm feeling lonely, longing for the world you showed me, I unfold their hinges slowly and they rest upon my face.
REPEAT CHORUS
Some might say to let them go because every life must end, But if they'd ever lost so much, then they might understand
How maybe I can't hold you, but I'm always holding onto All those little things I kept. Little things are all that's left.
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