歌詞

The nicest one stayed in the drawer

Wrapped in a napkin, clean and bright

I took the plain one like before

And told myself it felt more right

Maybe Sunday

Maybe guests

Maybe when I

Like myself best

I keep the pretty things untouched

As if they need a better room

As if my ordinary mouth

Would use them up too soon

The cupboard knows my little rules

Good cups sleep behind the cheap

I save the sweetness for a day

That never seems to come for me

Maybe later

Maybe dressed

Maybe when I

Feel my best

I keep the pretty things untouched

As if they need a better room

As if my ordinary hands

Would make them fade too soon

No one said I had to wait

No one locked the silver in

Still I choose the smaller life

And call it discipline

I keep the pretty things untouched

But they are mine to use

Maybe joy is not a prize

I have to prove I’m good enough to choose

Tomorrow sits inside the drawer

Shining like it always does