The Bottom of the Drawer

[Intro]
[Verse]
A rusty key to a door long gone.
Two in the morning, the light is on.
A rubber band stretched too thin.
Where do I even begin?
Dust on my thumb from a battery.
Leaking acid like a slow memory.
A paperclip bent into a heart.
The drawer is pulling me apart.
[Pre-Chorus]
The floorboards hum a low D chord.
I’m finding things you ignored.
[Chorus]
It’s not the marble or the stone.
It’s the scrap of paper left alone.
Two liters of milk and a tin of tea.
"Tell the cat I'm sorry" for the tree.
Just a grocery list in a messy hand.
The only part of you I understand.
[Post-Chorus]
Milk and tea.
Just you and me.
In the ink.
On the brink.
[Verse]
Buy bread with the blue label.
Fix the wobble on the table.
A note about a broken vase.
Scrawled in a hidden place.
Don't be mad about the car.
Secrets in a pickle jar.
A coupon for soap.
A thread of faded hope.
[Solo]
[Bridge]
The priest spoke of a noble soul.
But he missed the cereal bowl.
The way you’d swear.
At a missing pair.
Of wool socks for the chill.
He never saw this bill.
[Verse]
Pick up lemons for the sour face.
A joke we shared at a different pace.
You wrote "I'm sorry."
For a dinner grown too cold.
Small mistakes on a yellow page.
Worth more than a stage.
I fold the page.
The best thing you ever wrote.
[Chorus]
It’s not the marble or the stone.
It’s the scrap of paper left alone.
Two liters of milk and a tin of tea.
"Tell the cat I'm sorry" for the tree.
Just a grocery list in a messy hand.
The only part of you I understand.
[Post-Chorus]
Milk and tea.
Just you and me.
In the ink.
On the brink.
[Outro]