A key in the door, a step on the floor,   A note on the table, and a meal in the micro   Note says "I'm in bed, please make sure you're fed   If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe   And when I'm asleep I dream you move in next week"   I crumple the note and save it to put inside      Chorus:   My shoe box   Shoe box of lies   Shoe box   Shoe box of lies      It's under my bed, it's never been read   It's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there   From the first little fib, when I still wore a bib   To my latest attempt at pretending at someone   Who's not seventeen and doesn't know what you mean   When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or      (Chorus)      Did somebody tell you   This is how it's supposed to be?   Or did you just find it   And you don't want any more from me?      (Chorus)      Was it something I said, or was it something you read   That's making me think that I should never have come here   I can offer you lies, I can tell you good-bye,   I can tell you I'm sorry, but I can't tell the truth, dear   And if I could - would it do any good?   You'll still never get to see the contents of      (Chorus)      You're so nineteen-ninety   And it's nineteen-ninety-four   Leave this world behind me   'Cause you don't want me anymore      (Repeat)   Lie-ee-ii