[Verse 1] I found a moth in a receipt folded small as a secret. It kept one wing on the date and one wing on the forgetting. The cashier had handed me change, warm coins and a paper slip. I watched the moth lean into light under the parking lot booth. [Pre-Chorus] Everything leaves a mark. Even a careless hand. Even a door that shuts. Even dust on your tongue. [Chorus] Stay, little proof, stay. (Stay, little proof) Nothing here is lost. Stay, little proof, stay. (Stay, little proof) Even the gone still count. [Verse 2] A cracked bowl still holds water. A bent nail still bites the wood. My name has worn thin at the edges and the ink still knows me. The apple core in the gutter, the bruise on the pear, the shoe with rain in its stitching— I can’t call any of it less. [Pre-Chorus] Everything leaves a mark. Even a careless hand. Even a winter branch. Even salt on skin. [Chorus] Stay, little proof, stay. (Stay, little proof) Nothing here is lost. Stay, little proof, stay. (Stay, little proof) Even the gone still count. [Bridge] I used to want meaning to show up clean and plain. Now I think it comes from what won’t go away. It grows in the cracked stuff. It stays where nobody looks. It says your missing pieces still belong to the book. [Final Chorus] Stay, little proof, stay. (Stay, little proof) Nothing here is lost. Stay, little proof, stay. (Stay, little proof) Even the gone still count. Stay, little proof, stay. (Stay, little proof) I am what still remains.
