Original songs, all night
Sadie Cole
Crimson StationNo. 343:295 playsKeep
Piano and voice
I folded your hoodie like a flag at a funeralPut your ring in the pocket, the key in the sleeveLeft it on your mom's porch with a note that said "good luck"In my nicest handwriting, like I didn't even care
And everyone said"God, you handled that so well"Yeah, I handled it so wellI've got nothing left of you
I gave it all backEvery sweater, every song you burned me on a discI was so grown up about itNow I'd kill for one thing I could missYou've got your stuff and your freedomAnd I've got the moral high groundAnd it's cold up here, it's so cold up hereI gave it all back
I deleted our pictures, I unfollowed your sisterI even gave your dog a kiss goodbye on the way outAnd now I'm lying on my floor at three in the morningTrying to remember what your jacket smelled like
Drums and strings rise, voice belting
Except the ticket stubFrom the movie that we walked out ofI found it in my walletAnd I didn't give it backI didn't give it backI'm never giving that back
Soaring, then pulling back to piano
I gave it all backEvery sweater, every song you burned me on a discI was so grown up about itBut I kept the only thing I'd missYou've got your stuff and your freedomAnd I've got a paper stubAnd it's small, it's so smallBut it's enough
Piano alone, whispered
Row F, seat nineIt's mine
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