Still in the drawer
Keeps a notebook of things people said to her and dates them like evidence
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- A# major
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 7.8s
- length
- 3:46
- language
- En
lyrics
In the top desk drawer by the bills There’s a blue envelope and three old pills Postmark smudged from a rainy day Your name still waits in pencil gray I folded it neat with my grocery list Said the things I couldn’t say with a kiss Now the paper’s gone a little yellow around Where I tucked my hurt and shut it down I pass that drawer most every night At the end of the hall, under kitchen light My hand hits wood, then pulls away Like the words might leave if I let them stay Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer July heat bends on the screen porch rail Same glass jar, same chipped nail Your last goodbye was a grocery bag And I kept that note with a paper tag Now the ink’s gone soft where the rain once bled But I know each line I never read In Franklin, Tennessee, where the map folds thin I put my name on the outside, then put it back again I reach for it when the house goes still When the dog stops barkin’ on the hill One small fold and one deep breath But I leave it there with the rest Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Tonight I held it under the lamp Read that first line, hands a little damp Then I slipped it back where it used to be A blue little truth with a torn corner crease Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer