Colourblind by the Worldly Self Assurance

i opened boxes in my basement hoping i would find trash and a few memories
some knick knacks and some throw backs to the day
i want to lose some weight, i want to make some space
but i spent the day consumed by so much sentiment

i read the letters from, i read the letters to i never sent
i photocopied, written in my earnest sloppy hand
and now i understand like i kicked down the door
the things that made me sad, the things that made me colorful before

and this one was for my sweetheart
this one was for the boys and
this one was for my brother
this one could crush a small town heart
but every damn thing i crafted, pubescent missives to business cards
serve to show that every life moves on
just don't lose your colour