A pair of shoes

Some old reviews

That you kicked behind the door

A calling card

Is torn apart

And it's wasted on the floor

Some city scene

You're like a preteen

Chasing all the latest news

We're back at home

We fix old radios

Wiping off the dusty tunes


So

Please, please don't touch

Please, please don't touch


I keep it warm

At thirty-four

Like the way it was before

Your favorite shirt

A little dirt

Builds inside the bedroom drawer

'Cause all the paint

And the stains

All the papers and the fumes

They're all of you

They stay alive

And inside the things we knew


So 

Please, please don't touch

Please, please don't touch


Empty stalls and shopping malls

That we'll never see again

Hotel lobbies like painful hobbies

That linger on

Time compares us, you feel embarrassed

Like you drive your parent's car

On another road, in another road

Kept in a jar