Still in my drawer
Stanford ML student, cheerleader, surfer, and a whole second life nobody on campus knows about
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 3.1s
- length
- 3:27
- language
- En
lyrics
I found your note in the spare-room drawer Under receipts from the hardware store Blue ink bent where the paper wore Folded once, then folded once more At 7:18, I read your name Rain on the sill, and the page looked the same Palo Alto morning, pale window frame I kept it there like a saved-up flame Thumb on the crease, I almost called Then I watched the dust on the dresser fall Your words were small, but they hit like a wall Still I locked that drawer and left it all Still in my drawer Still in my drawer Still in my drawer Still in my drawer By the coffee tin and the AAA card By the red gel pen and the torn-up yard I know the place where the edges are scarred It never moved, though the weeks got hard You wrote, “Come by,” on the second line Then you crossed it out with a jagged line Now the paper bends in the half-light shine And my hand stops there every time Thumb on the crease, I almost called Then I watched the dust on the dresser fall Your words were small, but they hit like a wall Still I locked that drawer and left it all Still in my drawer Still in my drawer Still in my drawer Still in my drawer I pulled the drawer on a Sunday noon One gold ring stain from an old spoon No more waiting for some perfect tune Just your blue ink under the June Still in my drawer Still in my drawer Still in my drawer Still in my drawer