| Song | Boxing Timelines |
| Artist | The Early November |
| Album | Imbue |
| Crawling through the basement | |
| Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins | |
| Color coded for placement | |
| Could be trash at what times replaced with | |
| I know in time we all walk | |
| Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall | |
| Take me back to the places | |
| Where time doesn’t exist to break us | |
| It breaks us down | |
| With the forgotten smiles | |
| The obnoxious laughs | |
| The broken hearts | |
| Down frame with my first kiss | |
| The sweater I was wearing while laying down | |
| Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair | |
| Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I ever saw | |
| Every picture I come across I’m amazed with | |
| Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one | |
| unpacking boxes like Christmas | |
| Obsessed on finding out who I really was | |
| Turning all of the joists timelines | |
| Reliving every second of my life | |
| I know it’s hard to hold on | |
| All my thoughts are really sad, how I wish we would just stay young | |
| I guess that’s why we let go | |
| But I’m not ready to let go | |
| With the forgotten smiles | |
| The obnoxious laughs | |
| The broken hearts | |
| Down frame with my first kiss | |
| The sweater I was wearing while laying down | |
| Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair | |
| Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I ever saw | |
| Every picture I come across I’m amazed with | |
| Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one | |
| I won’t be ready to let go | |
| But how do you hold on? | |
| I won’t be ready to let go | |
| So how do you hold on? | |
| Crawling through the basement | |
| Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins | |
| Color coded for placement | |
| Could be trash at what times replaced with | |
| I know in time we all walk | |
| Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall | |
| Take me back to the places | |
| Where time doesn’t exist to break us |
| Crawling through the basement | |
| Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins | |
| Color coded for placement | |
| Could be trash at what times replaced with | |
| I know in time we all walk | |
| Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall | |
| Take me back to the places | |
| Where time doesn' t exist to break us | |
| It breaks us down | |
| With the forgotten smiles | |
| The obnoxious laughs | |
| The broken hearts | |
| Down frame with my first kiss | |
| The sweater I was wearing while laying down | |
| Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair | |
| Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I ever saw | |
| Every picture I come across I' m amazed with | |
| Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one | |
| unpacking boxes like Christmas | |
| Obsessed on finding out who I really was | |
| Turning all of the joists timelines | |
| Reliving every second of my life | |
| I know it' s hard to hold on | |
| All my thoughts are really sad, how I wish we would just stay young | |
| I guess that' s why we let go | |
| But I' m not ready to let go | |
| With the forgotten smiles | |
| The obnoxious laughs | |
| The broken hearts | |
| Down frame with my first kiss | |
| The sweater I was wearing while laying down | |
| Holding you for the first time, reminds me of the smell of your gorgeous hair | |
| Every note that we wrote in a box with every ticket from every movie that I ever saw | |
| Every picture I come across I' m amazed with | |
| Every moment I live, a moment replaces another one | |
| I won' t be ready to let go | |
| But how do you hold on? | |
| I won' t be ready to let go | |
| So how do you hold on? | |
| Crawling through the basement | |
| Seeing in the past all the life we erased in bins | |
| Color coded for placement | |
| Could be trash at what times replaced with | |
| I know in time we all walk | |
| Sifting through your clothes painting hung on the wall | |
| Take me back to the places | |
| Where time doesn' t exist to break us |