Friday, July 22, 2005

back of the bottom drawer.

Back of the Bottom Drawer

In the back of the bottom drawer
Of the dresser by our bed
Is a box of odds and ends that I have always kept.
But the man who sleeps beside me
Doesn't know it's even there,
Little pieces of my past that I shouldn't have to share.

A napkin that is stained with time
Has a poem on it that didn't quite rhyme, but it made me cry.
In a "Dear Jane" letter from a different guy
He broke up with me and he told me I'm not always right.
And a stolen key from an old hotel door
In the back of the bottom drawer.

I don't keep these things 'cause I'm longing to go back,
I keep them because I want to stay right where I'm at.
I'm reminded of my rights and wrongs
I don't want to mess this up,
But I woulnd't know where I belong
Without this box of stuff.

A birthday card from my first boyfriend
He signed it, "I love you" so I gave in.
Yeah we went too far in his daddy's car.
And those Mardi Gras beads from '98
We danced all night, stayed out so late...
We thought we were stars, closing down the bars.
That champagne was cheap but still I've got that cork,
In the back of the bottom drawer.

I'm not trying to hide these things from the man I love today
But I'm a better woman for him, thanks to yesterdays.

So now I try to give him more than I take
And bite my tongue, fight the urge to say it's my way
Or no way at all.
And now I cherish love a whole lot more
'Cause of what's
In the back of the bottom drawer.

--Chely Wright

Friday, July 15, 2005


How foolish can a person be to believe that they posess enough love to make up for the both of them?