High on a shelf
Where you’re at
Garage
Utility room
Full of screws, dimes, paper clips
And your messages to me
That I pull out when I feel like
Reaching out
To tell you how much you’re missed

But there you are old coffee can
Your ‘don’t tell someone to jump if you’re not ready to catch her…’
Mixed in with the nails
The voicemails
The ‘my love’
Echoing so plain
As day

Old coffee can
Put you back where you belong
High on a shelf
My love…