The Good Scissors Drawer

[Chorus]
Our hands all know the second drawer down
Where the good scissors live, and the lost gets found.

[Verse 1]
That little gold key from the Charleston house
Lies next to the velvet of Mama's old blouse.
A book of green stamps, a stray paper clip,
All the small promises we were raised to keep.
The scent of old paper, cedar, and rust,
A quiet collection of duty and dust.

[Chorus]
Our hands all know the second drawer down
Where the good scissors live, and the lost gets found.

[Verse 2]
Saw yours on the screen last Tuesday night,
A mirror of mine in the pale laptop light.
"You got one too," you laughed through the wire,
A quiet salvation, a shared, low fire.
That same tangled bundle of off-white thread,
For all of the unspoken things we have fixed.

[Bridge]
And for just one moment, the weight isn't ours alone,
It's a hymn we all hum, a truth we've all known.
A patchwork assembly, holding the seams,
Mending the real world, behind the scenes.

[Chorus]
Our hands all know the second drawer down
Where the good scissors live, and the lost gets found.

[Outro]
A history told, a map of our care,
In rubber bands, stiffening in the air.