There’s a cardboard box in the back of my brain
Its tattered sides are torn and strained
By the sins I can’t decide to give away
Every spring I dig through the shadows and dust
Just to find the guilt that I left to rust
And I save it up to use another day
Chorus
Only your forgiveness
can cleanse the cluttered corners of my soul
Only broken hands can form a conscience
that is fresh and new and whole
I just don’t know how to let go
of cardboard boxes...Yeah
This cardboard box in the back of my brain
Stores the coal fuels my pain
and I hold it close to melt my peace away
And the shame inside this crumbling crate
Is nothing more than Satan’s weight
Meant to crush this child that’s gone astray
Repeat Chorus
That stores the evidence of all my crimes
Only the reifiner’s fire can cleanse this heart of mine
