Write acoustic-style English male vocal lyrics for a track at 88-98 BPM, in G major, with a tender, quiet, bittersweet warm tone. Core instrumentation: fingerpicked and lightly strummed steel-string acoustic guitar, soft felted piano arpeggios, brushed snare percussion, gentle upright bass, faint muted cello swells. Lyrics follow a late-night front porch narrative: a 30-something narrator finding a crumpled old grocery list scribbled with a former partner’s handwriting in a forgotten jacket pocket, sifting through small, unglamorous shared memories instead of grand dramatic heartbreak. Vocal delivery is intimate, close-mic’d, conversational, like murmuring a quiet truth to no one but the crickets outside, soft fumbled laugh mid-line included.
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[Intro] [Verse] Porch light humming a low tune Watching shadows cross the moon Reached inside this denim sleeve Something I forgot to leave A little scrap of yellowed white Caught beneath the yellow light [Verse] "Bread and butter, two percent" Wonder where the summer went "Avocados, get the green" Best ones we had ever seen (Soft fumbled laugh) Guess we lived on coffee beans And all the spaces in between [Chorus] It’s the small things that remain Like a soft and steady rain Not the fire or the gold Just the stories left untold On a list you wrote for me Back when we were wild and free [Verse] Your 'y's always looped so low Like you didn't want to let go Scribbled in a Tuesday rush Now the midnight is a hush Just the wood beneath my feet And the smell of summer heat [Chorus] It’s the small things that remain Like a soft and steady rain Not the fire or the gold Just the stories left untold On a list you wrote for me Back when we were wild and free [Bridge] I could throw this scrap away Save it for another day But the ink is part of me A quiet, faded legacy Of a life we used to lead Everything we thought we'd need [Chorus] It’s the small things that remain Like a soft and steady rain Not the fire or the gold Just the stories left untold On a list you wrote for me Back when we were wild and free [Post-Chorus] Just two percent and rye bread The things you actually said Small things stay While the rest fades away [Outro]
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