I found a ticket in a winter coat
Your tiny drawing on a folded note
I smiled before the hurt arrived
Some memories are still kind
The box was waiting under my bed
Full of versions I had shed
I touched each year and let it speak
Not everything wanted to leave
I keep what was gentle, I let the rest go
Not every goodbye has to be cold
I can hold a keepsake without holding pain
Love can be true and still change its name
I keep the light, not the chain
There was a photo with my eyes half closed
Laughing like the future already knows
I wanted to warn her, then I stopped
She needed every step she got
I keep what was gentle, I let the rest go
Not every goodbye has to be cold
I can hold a keepsake without holding pain
Love can be true and still change its name
I keep the light, not the chain
If I was foolish, I was young
If I was lonely, I still loved
That has to count for something
I keep what was gentle, I let the rest go
Not every goodbye has to be cold
I can hold a keepsake without holding pain
Love can be true and still change its name
I keep the light, not the chain
The box feels lighter in my hands
