Junior Boys - Count Souvenirs Lyrics

A pair of shoes, some old reviews
That you kicked behind the door
A calling card is torn apart
And it's wasted on the floor

Some city scene, you're like a preteen
Chasing all the latest news
We're back at home, we fix old radios
Wiping off the dusty tunes

So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch

I keep it warm at thirty four
Like the way it was before
Your favorite shirt, a little dirt
Builds inside the bedroom drawer

'Cause all the paint and the stains
All the papers and the fumes
They're all of you, they stay alive
And inside the things we knew

So
Please, please don't touch
Please, please don't touch

Empty stalls and shopping malls
That we'll never see again
Hotel lobbies like painful hobbies
That linger on

Time compares us, you feel embarrassed
Like you drive your parent's car
On another road, in another road
Kept in a jar