Barenaked Ladies

A key in the door, a step on the floor,
A note on the table, and a meal in the micro
Note says I'm in bed, please make sure you're fed
If you're taking a shower, you can borrow my bathrobe
And when I'm asleep I dream you move in next week
I crumple the note and save it to put inside
Chorus:
My shoe box
Shoe box of lies
Shoe box
Shoe box of lies
It's under my bed, it's never been read
It's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there
From the first little fib, when I still wore a bib
To my latest attempt at pretending at someone
Who's not seventeen and doesn't know what you mean
When talk turns to single malts, or stilton, or
(Chorus)
Did somebody tell you