You never said it
Wrote her first album in a car outside her ex-best-friend's house
the numbers
- bpm
- 152
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.69
- dance
- 0.96
- valence
- 0.59
- vocal at
- 0.8s
- length
- 2:09
- language
- En
lyrics
You signed my form in the kitchen light Half one, when the coffee went cold I brought home a ribbon Friday night You said, "That’s fine," and turned to the stove I kept waiting for one clean word One tiny spark in the dark Then I found what you never said Folded up in your junk drawer, marked You never said it You never said it You never said it You never said it But you kept my note In the blue tin box In your hall closet, under wool coats My spelling test, bent at the seam Red pen marks on the corner, dried and old Like you saved the part you wouldn’t speak I kept waiting for one clean word One tiny spark in the dark Then I found what you never said Folded up in your junk drawer, marked You never said it You never said it You never said it You never said it But you kept my note In the blue tin box At my show on Atlantic and Third You stood in the back by the door No hug, no speech, no proud little word Just that blue tin box on the floor You never said it You never said it You never said it You never said it But you kept my note In the blue tin box