I wrote this song in early university, during a storm of heavy partying. My high school experience was fairly straight-edged, and when I finally discovered alcohol, learning my limits was a bit of a hit-or-miss operation.
During that period I'd spend puzzled Sunday mornings sorting through hazy, fragmented memories of the previous night. On occasion, an angry housemate would take me to task for something I'd said or done to offend, and I would find myself playing the diplomat.
These days I don't party so hard, but I still collect memories and store them in boxes. In case I forget, you see.
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She didn't shake this time, when I tried to fix her home,
She didn't shiver like her body would explode
And her keeper was so kind, for a moment we'd understand it
And though I'm not the swooning type, I wanted to hold her hand
I don't remember much of that I can't believe that I said that,
I don't remember what I do or what I say
I lock my life inside a box, I write the words that keep the thoughts,
Couldn't keep track, so I'm a diplomat
This is magic, this is pristine, the minister was right when he said
We're all weak, weak.
Gotta get home gotta get home gotta get home gotta get home, gotta get
I don't remember much of that I can't believe that I said that,
I don't remember what I do or what I say
I lock my life inside a box, I write the words that keep the thoughts,
Couldn't keep track, so I'm a diplomat
I'm a diplomat, I'm a diplomat, I'm a diplomat, I'm your diplomat, yeah
I don't remember much of that I can't believe that I said that,
I don't remember what I do or what I say
I lock my life inside a box
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