Boxes

Boxes full full of plastic
That no one wants to buy
Stacked in my car
Sitting in the drive
Having our own label
Well, it was pretty nice
We helped put out some great stuff
Threw some awesome parties
Catalogued, dialogued
But now there’s only boxes
One has love letters
From yesterday’s girls
And all those heartfelt mixtapes
Returned when lacking
Major label backing
But then that’s another song
It’s supposed to be an ode
To a defunct label
Some quaint little ditty
At the end of an album