The Attic

My grandma's quilts and the life she built Condensed down to a box and kept here out of guilt We save her stuff cause we couldn't save her And think we'll just deal with it all later But when times are good, who wants to make them bad? And when times are bad, who wants to make them worse? Reliving the best days we'll never get back Oh it's life's cruelest curse Box it up and stow it away We may need it someday To remind us that it all actually happened Can't bare the thought of losing a drop of that melancholy magic But right now I just want to forget that we ever even had it Let's not unpack it Just leave it in the attic Participation ribbons, crumpled poetry And all the other dust covered dreams Were they tossed aside to make ends meet Or hidden away to escape defeat? Out of sight Out of mind Out of room Til I'm out of time Paralyzed by how it spreads And how it hangs over my head Box it up and stow it away We may need it someday To remind us that it all actually happened Can't bare the thought of losing a drop of that melancholy magic But right now I just want to forget that we ever even had the Little league trophies from the Glory Daze And 4x6s that are starting to fade I lost that boy but I saved Everything he ever gave How will I know That it's time to let it go? Or should I just pass it on to the next generation Give them my baggage and my PlayStation? Box it up and stow it away We may need it someday To remind us that it all actually happened Can't bare the thought of losing a drop of that melancholy magic But right now I just want to forget that we ever even had it Let's not unpack it Let's not unpack it Let's not unpack it Just leave it in the attic