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(Written by Chely Wright and Liz Rose) |
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In the back of the bottom drawer |
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Of the dresser by our bed |
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Is a box of odds and ends that I have always kept |
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But the man who sleeps beside me |
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Doesn't know it's even there |
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Little pieces of my past |
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That I shouldn't have to share |
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A napkin that is stained with time |
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Has a poem on it that didn't quite rhyme, but it made me cry |
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In a "Dear Jane" letter from a different guy |
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He broke up with me and he told me I'm not always right |
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And a stolen key from an old hotel room door |
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In the back of the bottom drawer |
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I don't keep these things 'cause I'm longing to go back |
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I keep them because I want to stay right where I'm at |
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I'm reminded of my rights and wrongs |
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I don't want to mess this up |
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But I wouldn't know where I belong |
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Without this box of stuff |
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A birthday card from my first boyfriend |
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He signed it "I love you" so I gave in |
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Yeah, we went too far in his daddy's car |
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And those Mardi Gras beads from '98 |
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We danced all night, stayed out so late |
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We thought we were stars, closing down the bars |
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That champagne was cheap but still I've got that cork |
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In the back of the bottom drawer |
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I'm not trying to hide these things from the man I love today |
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But I'm a better woman for him, thanks to my yesterdays |
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So now I try to give more than I take |
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And I bite my tongue, fight the urge to say it's my way |
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Or no way at all |
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And now I cherish love a whole lot more |
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'Cause of what's |
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In the back of the bottom drawer |
