Track 3 of the album Every Glass Held Up · 2018
Everything I Own Fits in Six Boxes
“Sixteen years of treasure in six boxes. The cheeriest song about leaving home we could manage.”
operatic pop · operatic pop · playful pop · 3:37
Lyrics
I'm sorting out my bedroom on a sunny Saturday Sixteen years of treasure that I've never thrown away A trophy for a spelling bee, a dinosaur with one eye A tangle of old headphones and a kite that never flew high Keep it, bin it, wrap it up Oh, who knew I had so much Everything I own fits in six boxes Six little boxes and a brand new door Everything I own fits in six boxes And my heart is hiding in a seventh drawer Take the posters, take the lamp Take the lucky tennis stamp Everything I own fits in six boxes But my childhood fits in so much more There's a diary with a padlock and I've lost the little key A shoebox full of birthday cards from every family tree My mother stands there laughing as I hold up every sock Saying you can't take the whole house, dear, but you can take the clock Keep it, bin it, wrap it up Oh, who knew I had so much Everything I own fits in six boxes Six little boxes and a brand new door Everything I own fits in six boxes And my heart is hiding in a seventh drawer Take the posters, take the lamp Take the lucky tennis stamp Everything I own fits in six boxes But my childhood fits in so much more So here's to the wobbly shelf And the stars on the ceiling I stuck up myself Here's to the window and the tree outside I'll leave you the view, I'll take the ride Everything I own fits in six boxes Six little boxes and a brand new door Everything I own fits in six boxes And my heart is hiding in a seventh drawer Take the posters, take the lamp Take the lucky tennis stamp Everything I own fits in six boxes But my childhood fits in so much more Six little boxes And the whole wide world next door