Other People's Things - The Shires

Packing up all these boxes

Blowing dust off memories

Every little thing I seem to find

Is one last look at you and me

A few old CDs at the bottom

I turn one over and find our song

And there’s a t-shirt that the band signed, that night

I always wondered where it had gone

If anyone else opened this box

They’d see for themself

It’s just a pile of old junk

But to me, everything in there is a secret memory

It’s all that I have left of you and me

But to anyone else, it’s just other people’s things

There’s the shoes I wore on our first date

A photo of us in the snow down town

That old pair of jeans you used to hate

So full of holes but I wouldn’t throw them out

It’s hard to see these things when you don’t need me now

If anyone else opened this box

They’d see for themself

It’s just a pile of old junk

But to me, everything in there is a secret memory

It’s all that I have left of you and me

But to anyone else, it’s just other people’s things, woah

If anyone else opens this box

And helps themself to whatever they want

Well I hope everything in there is a better memory

Better than they were for you and me

'Cause when I close this box

They’re not ours anymore

If there’s no you and me

They’re just other people’s things

They’re just other people’s things