A box is like a charger 

When you need one you can't seem to find it 

You look inside and its all cluttered

There are piles of them in your garage 

After you had to move your entire life 

Into a vacant home

It’s easy to get wrapped up in the lost memories 

Of your childhood home 

And it all starts to feel overwhelming

You can’t seem to detangle the mess you see 

But you need what’s inside that box

If only they could organize themselves

Days could have passed 

But the pile just seems to have gotten bigger

Until I thought I had finally found what I was looking for

That special box 

But my hopes were crushed again 

When it wasn't THE box