You kept my drawing
Grew up between two flags and claims neither
the numbers
- bpm
- 96
- key
- A# minor
- energy
- 0.71
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 3.0s
- length
- 3:26
- language
- Sp
lyrics
On Commerce Street, I was nine You said, “Do better,” same cold line I brought home a ribbon, blue and thin You set it down, then closed your bin But one day I found your shoebox low Under church receipts and an old PTO My face on paper, crooked and bright Coffee stain brown, folded twice You kept my drawing You kept my drawing You kept my drawing You kept my drawing That was your yes in a quiet place No proud words by the stove at night No arms around me after my fight But my crayon truck, bent at the wheel Was tucked in a page with a grocery seal I saw my name in your careful hand On the back of a bill from a taco stand You never said it, you let it hide In the hard small ways you stayed inside You kept my drawing You kept my drawing You kept my drawing You kept my drawing That was your yes in a quiet place Now I got a girl with my eyes I kiss her head and I don’t lie I say the words you wouldn’t say But I kept your box the other day You kept my drawing You kept my drawing You kept my drawing You kept my drawing That was your yes in a quiet place