Note Under the Receipt

I left a little note where the numbers fade

Under the receipt in the light of day

Couldn't say it loud with my pride in the room

So I folded my heart into something you'd find soon

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

For the way I let it go

For the words I didn't say when they mattered most

If paper can't read what my voice couldn't keep

And read between the lines and imprint me

There was sugar on the counter, rain on the glass

I was trying to be brave, but brave never lasts

Every shaky little letter had a tremble in it

Like my hands knew the truth before I could admit it

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

For the way I let it go

For the words I didn't say when they mattered most

If paper can carry what my voice couldn't keep

Then read between the lines and remember me

No grand speech, no perfect scene

Quietly docked in the scene

If you still got a place for me to be

I'm here in the margin, honestly

I'm sorry, I'm sorry

For the way I let it go

For the words I didn't say

When they mattered most

If paper can carry

With my voice cut in deep

And read between the lines and remember me

Under the receipt, soft and small

A handwritten note says it all