Underneath the staircase
In the house we used to call home
I left my heart in a box
Along with every note
That we wrote
Your sophomore year
Well this feeling is fading
As are the memories of the times we use to spend
Like dressing up for parties
A time I called you my best friend
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory
Soon you'll be but a memory