You kept it folded

the numbers

bpm

144

key

D# minor

energy

0.76

dance

0.94

valence

0.45

vocal at

4.1s

length

4:32

language

Fi

lyrics

At Kallio library, Tuesday, after six,

You handed me the envelope, plain and white.

No ribbon, no note, just a crease and a fix,

A receipt from my matchbox room, stamped light.

I held it by the stairs, by the radiator's heat,

Your thumbprint on the flap, a dull gray line.

You looked away at the boots by your feet,

And I learned what you meant without a sign.

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

In the IKEA bag, with the onions and bread,

There was my school photo, bent at the top.

Not one word said proud, not one word said instead,

But you paid for the frame from the market stop.

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

Now I hear your key in the lock on the hall,

That cheap brass click still cuts through me.

You never said proud, not once at all,

But that folded paper was all I needed to see.

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

You kept it folded

You kept it folded