Shoe Box - Live

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 shoebox (shoebox)
 Shoebox 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 17, and doesn't know what you mean
 When talk turns to single malts, or Stilton, or
 My shoebox (shoebox)
 My shoebox of lies
 My shoebox (shoebox)
 Shoebox of lies
 Did somebody tell you
 This is how it's supposed to be?
 Or did you just find out 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 the truth, dear
 And what if I could? Would it do any good?
 You'll still never get to see the contents of
 My shoebox (shoebox)
 Shoebox of lies
 My shoebox (shoebox)
 My shoebox of lies
 You're so 1990
 And it's 1994
 Leave this world behind me
 'Cause you don't want me anymore
 Lie, lie
 Lie, lie
 Lie, lie, lie
 Lie
 Lie, lie, lie