You kept it folded
Trained as a cellist and plays guitar like one; talks less than anyone in the studio
the numbers
- bpm
- 144
- key
- D# minor
- energy
- 0.76
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.45
- vocal at
- 7.8s
- length
- 4:42
- 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