Still in the drawer
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- G# major
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.50
- vocal at
- 6.3s
- length
- 3:06
- language
- Sp
lyrics
At 7:14, I folded that page Left it by the lamp in a chipped green tray San Antonio rain tapped soft on the panes By dawn, that white envelope still had my name I sealed it up tight with a dime-store line Left no return, just your Zip code in mine Now every time I reach for that drawer My hand hits the wood and I want more Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Yellow legal pad, crease down the middle Your mama's old prayer card tucked in the middle I wrote out the truth in a plain blue pen Then folded my heart and shut it again It sits by the keys and the loose change bowl Next to a plug and a faded church roll I told myself, "mañana, I'll send" But manana kept breaking my hand Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Last Friday night, I pulled it out slow Read every sharp line in the TV glow One coffee ring, one tear, one bend And I put it back where the cedar ends Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer Still in the drawer