Boxes by Tracy Jenkins Lyrics

No matter how much you screw up
there's always boxes to fill.
My mom taught me how to run away
from my problems
by wrapping them up in plastic
and newspaper
duct taping them up
stuffing them in a truck
and never looking back.
I haven't gotten used to that.
My eyes always stray
over my shoulder.
I had to teach myself
how to not cry.