There's a box under his bed   that he never opens up   but tonight he pulls it out   cause he's come to look for   evidence of what he fears:   senseless tears   wasted years    he pulls some relics out   studies each and every one   he reads between the lines   one more time before he   breaks the spell that held him down   those sentences that   sentenced him      Does nothing last?   The setting sun becomes a sinking ship;   chained to the helm—looks like he's going down...      A love like that   never should have come   never should have gone      As he feeds them to the fire   one   by   one   he's dimly aware   he may have learned a thing or two   but tuition wasn't cheap   and he's only got these   foggy notions of what he paid   as he's burning records of a    debt of love      Now he knows sometimes even love is not enough   a road that forks   can cleave just like a surgeon's scalpel   And he finds sometimes he can't even see her face   it's been so long   memories fade like old newspaper   And he fears he'll never find a love like that again   God only knows   There must be something better