This is the place I made my first mistakes. Here lays a trinket box of error and regret. Settle down, pack this box away, let go. If you should see her let her know that I still feel the same, I just grew tired of those games. Pack this box away, let go.

And all this smoke is clouding up my eyes, I'm choking on your pretty lies. Now I'm stamping out that fire. Summer wind, it came blowing through the door. Scattered cherry blossom to the floor. Oh, you used to be a friend of mine, oh yeah.

This is the place I made my first mistakes. A clumsy, naive, sad old ragged doll. Settle down, pack this box away, let go. If you're in the neighbourhood, don't come a knock-knocking at my door. Cause there's nothing there but bad memories and they're memories that I'm longing to let go.

This is the place where I passed by the time, where I lay my head the day my brother died. Now I'm stamping out that fire. And in the wake that broke that falling tide, his nails thay traced across your side. That place you're longing me to touch right now.

So is this love, or guilt iin your dead eyes? I'm choking on your cluttered alibis. Now I'm stamping out that fire. And still that summer wind would blow through my old house, but all thats left is sadness and self doubt. My girl you little secret ain't secret no more.