Black Box

I keep the songs I wrote in my wallet

On napkins and newspaper clippings that I scribbled on in the afternoon

And somewhere out there is my locket

I lost it

And I don't think that I could find it even if you asked me to

Feelings I keep them in my pocket

But they come out like a landslide sometimes

Have you ever felt guilt in your fingers

It holds tight and lingers like a shadow in the summer wind

And I could let it go if I wanted