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 that you're fed    if you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe    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 my first little fib, when I still wore a bib    To my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone    Who's not seventeen, 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 you the truth, dear    And what 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.