Buried

Buried in a box
At the edge of a forest
I’m never going back there
I promise

I threw away the key
Kept on driving
Now I don’t even recall
Where the box is hidden

Sometimes I want to go back
Mostly I don’t
Sometimes I think I might
But deep down I know that I won’t…

Out of Bradford
To the east riding
Pulled up in the railway siding
Sending text messages nobody reads
Taking photographs before hitting delete

I don’t want to see you again
Not even in my dreams
The pain I used to feel has all but
Disappeared

Deep in the dirt
Out of sight and out of mind
It doesn’t hurt anymore
I am resigned

Sometimes I want to go back
Mostly I don’t
Sometimes I think I might
But deep down I know that I won’t…

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VINNY PECULIAR