D G D
Ten years down the road
Bm7 A D A
I’ll be cleanin’ out my closet, getting rid of old clothes
D G D
I reach behind my winter coat
Bm7 G D A
And I stumble upon shoeboxes filled with old ghosts
G D A
Why did I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why did I hang onto that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember and it kills me to forget
D G D Bm7 G A
D G D
So I suppose you’ll be in every song I sing
Bm7 A D A
If not written in my words, you’ll be hidden in these strings
D G D
Cuz how could I ever forget my first love
Bm7 G D A
My first woman, first truth, first child from above
G D A
But why do I hang onto your pictures
G D A
Why have I not just thrown out that dress
Bm G
Cuz it kills me to see you, but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember, oh and it kills me to forget
Bm G
It kills me to see you..but it kills me not to
Bm7 A D
It kills me to remember..and it kills me to forget
