I keep the letters
Buried in a desk drawer
All of them are answered
I don't get them anymore
I shouldn't read them
I shouldn't keep them there
They need a test of fire
To smoke out the truth
Bad memories burn
I keep the brown shirt
Hung behind other clothes
A closet haunted by
A synthetic ghost
It fits me nicely
It fit's a certain time
I used to wear it
But it's not really mine
Bad memories burn
I keep the pictures
In a fire-proof metal box
And nothing can hurt them
Until I say
Such good pictures
Such bad memories
Come out of hiding
Jump into the fire
Goodbye
Bad memories burn