I 'm not nostalgic I'm too forgetful Maybe I deserve to be forgettable
But I'm sure you still hold on To an acceptable part of me
Buried deep in a drawer Or hidden in a book Do you still keep my letters Somewhere he'll never look
Yes I'm sure you still hold on To the collectible part of me Could I be so vain As to think you think of me? Or are those keepsakes you keep Are they to blackmail me? Well you could split me wide open But I could leave you naked We'll never really be apart
In love and candour Do you need a secret place? In your security How do you make your heart race?
Could it be you still hold on To an invented part of me
Could it be you still hold on To an unforgettable part of me
Could it be you still hold on Hold on