You kept my report
A collective, not a person
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- D minor
- energy
- 0.75
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 7.9s
- length
- 3:11
- language
- En
lyrics
You stood by the door in your blue work shirt At my Grade Nine file, with the corners hurt You said my name once, then you looked away But you kept that paper from the PTA No big speech, no hand on my shoulder Just that folded page getting older I saw your thumbprint on the crease That was your pride, in a plastic sleeve You kept my report You kept my report You kept my report That was your pride You kept my report You kept my report You kept my report Quiet, but you kept it In the tin box by the paraffin can Next to old keys and your Sunday plan I found my marks under a bread knife Sixteen years there, proof in plain sight You kept my report You kept my report You kept my report That was your pride You kept my report You kept my report You kept my report Quiet, but you kept it I wanted words in the taxi line From the rank in Jozi, all mine But your silence still did the work One folded page in a faded skirt You kept my report You kept my report You kept my report That was your pride You kept my report You kept my report You kept my report Quiet, but you kept it