Box by box
Never shows his face
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.94
- valence
- 0.48
- vocal at
- 3.2s
- length
- 3:03
- language
- En
lyrics
Front door stuck, key turned slow Cardboard towers in the hall by the row Old ring box, tax forms, bent brass plate Junebug smell in the coat-closet crate Blue dish chips, sock drawer tied shut Two coffee cups, one cracked in the cut I lift each lid, let the dust fall low Read the last mail in the kitchen glow Tape on the couch, lamp on the floor Your work boots lined by the pantry door I keep what you kept, I don't say much Just trace that room with a careful touch Box by box Box by box Box by box Box by box Canning jars green in a milk crate stack Church program folded in a coat-rack sack Baby teeth in a film can, date still there Two bus tickets stapled to a repair Pocketknife dull from a hundred days Bingo card marked with a bent red haze Your Post-it notes and a burnt-out fuse I bag that life in a plastic blue Hallway bare where the coat rack stood I hear my own steps on the warped pine wood No big speech, just the zipper's sound And the last box weight when I set it down Box by box Box by box Box by box Box by box Back room opens on a cedar chest Your watch face stopped, your shirt still pressed I fold that quilt with my hands held tight Then shut the lid in the porch light Box by box Box by box Box by box Box by box