Love Me in the Small Parts

Lyrics

[Verse 1] You keep your spare key in a ceramic pear By the stack of mail and the folding chair I bring two oranges, you peel one slow Tell me what you meant three days ago Your sleeve has a thread that you twist when you’re tired I say I’m fine; you look unconvinced, and I admire How you let the quiet sit there between us Till the honest thing finally finds us [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need a perfect answer tonight Just your hand finding mine by the kitchen light [Chorus] Love me in the small, unedited parts In the half-read page, in the stubborn heart When I lose my words, when you miss your train When we start the same old talk again Stay for the laugh that escapes too soon For the little repairs we keep learning to do No grand design, no polished lines Just your life leaning gently into mine [Verse 2] You hum at the sink with the tap turned low I’m saving your voice in the notes on my phone Not for a song, just a sound I can keep When the week runs long and the walls feel steep We take the wrong bus past the hardware store Buy a blue mug we don’t really need more You draw a face on the fogged-up glass I draw a mustache; you let it pass [Pre-Chorus] We don’t need to make every bruise look bright Just your hand finding mine by the kitchen light [Chorus] Love me in the small, unedited parts In the half-read page, in the stubborn heart When I lose my words, when you miss your train When we start the same old talk again Stay for the laugh that escapes too soon For the little repairs we keep learning to do No grand design, no polished lines Just your life leaning gently into mine [Bridge] If tomorrow comes in crooked and loud We can take it one room, one breath, one hour You don’t have to make the hard days neat I’ll be right here, with both feet on the street [Final Chorus] Love me in the small, unedited parts In the half-read page, in the stubborn heart When I lose my words, when you miss your train When we start the same old talk again Stay for the laugh that escapes too soon For the little repairs we keep learning to do No grand design, no polished lines Just your life leaning gently into mine [Outro] Your spare key waits by the ceramic pear I’m still here, and you’re still there