This is the place,
I made my first mistake
here lays a trinket box of error,

and regret,
settle down,
pack this box away let go.

And if you should see her,
let her know,
that I still feel the same,
I just grew tired of that game,
pack this box away let go.

And all the smoke,
has clouded up my eyes,
I'm choking on your pretty, pretty lies,
Now I'm stamping out that fire,
and summer wind,
it came blowing in the door,
it scattered cherry blossom to the floor,
Oh he used to be,
a friend of mine, oh yeah.

This is the place,
I made my first mistakes,
a clumsy night,
(saddle racket dogged?,)
settle down,
pack this box away let go.

And if you're in the neighbourhood,
don't come, a knock-knocking at my door,
'cos theres nothing there but bad memories,
and the memories, I've been longing to let go, oh.

This is the place,
that I pass by the time,
where I laid my head the day my brother died,
now I'm stamping out that fire,

And in the wake,
that broke that fall in time,
his nails they trace across the side,
that place you're longing me to touch,
right now,
well is this love?
or guilt in your dead eyes,
I'm choking on your cluttered alibis,
now I'm stamping out that fire,
and still that summer wind,
it would blow through my old house,
and all thats left is sadness and self doubt,
Oh my little girl,
your little secret,
ain't secret no more,

La hah
La hah, ah ah.

This is the place,
I made my first mistakes,
here lays atrinket box of error,
and regret,
settle down,
pack this box away, let go.

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