I’ve got a box of tears, it’s such a sad collection
saved over many years, I take them out and count them,

cataloged, row-by-row,
I still know every story behind
all these salty drops in my box of tears..

here in my box of tears I’ve got them color-coded,
red is for love that’s lost, and green is unrequited,

so if you ask, “why so blue?”
here’s a dropper of tears I cried for you
one lonely night, with my box of tears,

I guess it’s clear by now,
that I know how to draw the sadness out,
and if there’s any doubt,
just look at what I’ve kept around..

I wish I could cry like you, ‘cause girl, you make the rain blush,
my tears are rare and few, that’s why they’re worth so damn much,

I sent them off to the lab,
the results confirm: they’re all super-saturated,
every drop from my box of tears..
so here’s a tear of regret
for all the years I’ve spent collecting
every salty drop in my box of tears,
each salty drop in my box of,
all these salty drops in my box of tears…