[Intro: spring reverb guitar] Tin in the glove box with a rattle and a dent Smell of coconut summer that the years never spent [Verse 1] Beach shop leaning sideways with a sign that said last week Boards hanging crooked and the register had a squeak She worked the wax shelf like a queen of small change and sun Taught me circles on the deck until my arms were done Said more is not better and the rails need a light coat I pretended I was learning but I watched her throat Owner paid us under and we swept the sand at close Shared a warm soda and a joke about the coast [Pre-Chorus] Waves keep counting like a clock you cannot read I keep the tin like a letter I still need [Chorus] Wax tin, wax tin Empty and still loud Wax tin, wax tin Proof we were allowed One summer at a shop that was already half gone You taught me how to start and how to leave it on Wax tin, wax tin Rattle in the car Wax tin, wax tin Telling me how far I drove inland for a paycheck and a quieter plan But the glove box still smells like the ocean and your hand [Verse 2] Shop closed in September with a plywood over glass She left for a college on a bus that would not pass I kept the tin because throwing it felt like a crime Said I would mail it once I found a better time Years got busy and the tin got sticky in the heat I open it on long drives when the highway feels too neat No wax left inside, just a scrape and a faint smell Enough to make a grown man miss a summer he knew well [Pre-Chorus] Waves keep counting like a clock you cannot read I keep the tin like a letter I still need [Chorus] Wax tin, wax tin Empty and still loud Wax tin, wax tin Proof we were allowed One summer at a shop that was already half gone You taught me how to start and how to leave it on Wax tin, wax tin Rattle in the car Wax tin, wax tin Telling me how far I drove inland for a paycheck and a quieter plan But the glove box still smells like the ocean and your hand [Bridge: guitar break into soft vocal] If I saw you in a grocery line I might not say a word I might just rattle this tin soft enough to be heard Love is not a board you keep forever in the rack Love is a leftover tin that keeps calling you back [Final Chorus] Wax tin, wax tin Empty and still loud Wax tin, wax tin Proof we were allowed One summer at a shop that was already half gone You taught me how to start and how to leave it on Wax tin, wax tin Rattle in the car Wax tin, wax tin Telling me how far I do not need the ocean if the memory can stand With a glove box full of summer and the ghost of your hand [Outro: spring reverb fade] Tin in the glove box with a rattle and a dent Smell of coconut summer that the years never spent
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