Boxes - Jonathan Bree

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