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 you're fed If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe And when I'm asleep I dream you move in next week" I crumple the note and save it to put inside Chorus: My shoe box Shoe box of lies Shoe box Shoe box 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 the first little fib, when I still wore a bib To my latest attempt at pretending at someone Who's not seventeen and doesn't know what you mean When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or (Chorus) Did somebody tell you This is how it's supposed to be? Or did you just find it And you don't want any more from me? (Chorus) 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 good-bye, I can tell you I'm sorry, but I can't tell the truth, dear And if I could - would it do any good? You'll still never get to see the contents of (Chorus) You're so nineteen-ninety And it's nineteen-ninety-four Leave this world behind me 'Cause you don't want me anymore (Repeat) Lie-ee-ii