[Verse 1]
I found my name in a dented spoon,
staring back like it had news.
The kettle sang to an empty room,
and I believed it.

The chair kept the shape of someone gone,
a little while after they left.
That’s how the world teaches stone
to remember breath.

[Pre-Chorus]
A bruise is just a thundercloud
that forgot the sky.
A door is only wood
until it learns goodbye.

[Chorus]
Keep me where the small things go
(keep me where the small things go)
A cracked bowl, a bent-back rose
(a bent-back rose)
If I’m a flood, let me be
the water in a seed
The whole wide earth
inside one need

[Verse 2]
I met a stray dog in the rain
who trusted my hand by the smell.
He taught me how to be alive
with nothing to sell.

A human heart is a rented room
where the furniture moves at night.
Still, every morning, the dust says yes
to a blade of light.

[Pre-Chorus]
The moon is only borrowed bone,
polished by the dark.
Even the wound can be a map
if you read it like a spark.

[Chorus]
Keep me where the small things go
(keep me where the small things go)
A cracked bowl, a bent-back rose
(a bent-back rose)
If I’m a flood, let me be
the water in a seed
The whole wide earth
inside one need

[Bridge]
I thought the opposite of loss
was keeping.
It’s not.
It’s making room for what returns
as weather,
as a footprint,
as a song
you cannot prove
but know by heart.

[Final Chorus]
Keep me where the small things go
(keep me where the small things go)
A cracked bowl, a bent-back rose
(a bent-back rose)
If I’m a flood, let me be
the water in a seed
The whole wide earth
inside one need