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
Doesnât know its even there
Little pieces of my past
That I shouldnât have to share
A napkin that is stained with time
Has a poem on it that didnât quiet rhyme
But it made me cry
And a Dear Jane letter
From a different guy
He broke up with me
And he told me Iâm not always right
And a stolen key from an old hotel room door
In the back of the bottom drawer
I donât keep these things because Iâm longing to go back
I keep them because I want to stay right were Iâm at
Iâm reminded of my rights and wrongs
I donât want to mess this up
But I wouldnât know where I belong with out this box of stuff
A birthday card from my first boyfriend
He signed it I Love You
So I gave in
Yeah we went to far in his daddyâs car
And those Mardi Gras beads from â98
We danced all night
Stayed out so late
We thought we were stars
Closing down the bars
And that champagne was cheap
But still Iâve got that cork
In the back of the bottom drawer
Iâm not trying to hide these things from the man I love today
But Iâm a better woman for him
Thanks to my yesterdays
So now I try to give more than I take
And I bite my tongue
And fight the urge to say
Itâs my way or no way at all
And now I cherish love a whole lot more
Cause of whatâs in the back of the bottom drawer
