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Lyrics
I found your photos and your ticket stubs
I keep them close to mine
I thought I saw you I was woken up
In the middle of the night
When I go looking
I find you on mind
I found your note about letting go
I had it locked inside
A little box with old envelopes
Guess I never did try
Here I find you on my mind
I keep walking around in circles
The same trail for miles
Even when you’re gone
When you’re the only clue that I can find
I find you on my mind
I keep looking
I found your photos and your ticket stubs
I keep them close to mine
In the middle of the night
I found your note about letting go
I had it locked inside
Guess I never did try now you’re on my mind
“Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything - anger, anxiety, or possessions - we cannot be free.”
- Thich Nhat Hanh
Last one written, first one recorded
Looking through
old things
that sit
smooshed flat in a drawer
photographs
envelopes
birthday cards
ticket stubs
prized trash that never sees light
just sits
crunched sideways in a drawer
postage stamps
foreign bills
sticky notes
doodles and to-dos
prized trash that never knows change
just sits
creased wrong in a drawer
(haphazard origami)
and waits
for years
(…decade now?)
for someone
to work up the courage.
Credits
Writers: Jake DeSchuiteneer
Composers: Trent Larrabee, Jake DeSchuiteneer, Michael Morgan, Jonny Lawrence
Producers: Zach Kasic
Musicians: Jake DeSchuiteneer (bass/vox/keys), Michael Morgan (guitar), Trent Larrabee (guitar/vox), Jonny Lawrence (drums/aux)