Still in the drawer
Studied engineering and dropped out one term short; raps about the maths of getting out
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.85
- valence
- 0.42
- vocal at
- 6.5s
- length
- 2:12
- language
- En
lyrics
Blue envelope, bent at the crease Under old payslips, tucked in the sleeve Mum’s bread bin hums in the kitchen heat Your name on the front, still sharp and neat July on the clock, twelve-forty-three I read that line once, then let it sleep Bus pass, loose keys, and the red from the seat That note in the drawer still talk to me I told myself, “soon”, but soon ran late Rain on the panes and the latch won’t shake If I reach in now, I might not be brave Still sat in the dark with the words I saved Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Top drawer stuck, got to tug on the side Receipt for the yard and a cracked phone line Your little doodle from the back of ’09 Beside that note where I crossed out mine Dead battery glow on the ten-year charger Moth-eaten jumper, the thread runs darker I fold that page like a cheap white marker But the ink stays wet when I think on after Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer One day I’ll clear it, tip the tray out Find that old stamp, put the page face down Or I’ll take the train and hand it back now But my hand stays still when the door swings round Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer