Still in the drawer
Barber turned artist
the numbers
- bpm
- 103
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.89
- valence
- 0.46
- vocal at
- 17.6s
- length
- 2:32
- language
- En
lyrics
I wrote your name on the page by the fan Blue ink dried while the kettle ran Folded it once, then I folded it twice Put it in the drawer by the broken rice Now I hear it slide when I pull that tray Under old bills where the matches stay Mum's spoon, one coin, and a receipt from June Your words still wait in the dark of that room Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer On Nkrumah Road, rain tapped the cab I held that page like a thing I had At home, I watched dust on the mango crate Your line on my tongue, but it came too late Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer If I send it now, what changes at all? Your side of the bed, the chipped paint wall So I leave it there with the folded crease By the wooden comb and the car keys Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer