I wish I could
tuck my freshman year in a box
And bring it out only when I wanted
Then I wouldn't have to worry
about it popping up
in all the wrong places
at the wrong times

I wish I could
throw away the key
that unlocks the dusty doors
So they wouldn't bother my memories
by popping up
with all the wrong faces
at the wrong times

Memories can hurt you
they can make you feel sad
At the wrong times
Memories can be pleasant
they can be laughable
at the right time