[Verse 1] It’s under a pharmacy that closed in ’09 past a freezer full of flowers and a vending machine selling lies The stairs lean left in winter The rail leaves rust along your skin There’s a buzzer with no label You press it. Someone says, “Come in.” A woman in a green cardigan keeps pencils tucked behind her ear She asks what color, asks what year who had it last, how it got here whether I can prove it was mine I tell her, “No.” She says, “That only narrows it by nine.” [Chorus] Hell has a lost and found open late, cash only, underground A row of bins, a humming light things that disappeared in plain sight A blue pillow. My vape pen from nowhere A phone set to 3:04 Careful what you choose to keep There are worse things here than me [Verse 2] There’s a pager going off in a coat nobody claims A motel key from Winstar with my writing on the sleeve Three birthday cards unopened all addressed to who I became A photograph of my kitchen with an extra chair in frame I know that table What's that red stain? I don’t remember laying my head beside my plate The clerk says, “Don’t touch that one...” ... I pull away before I’ve begun [Chorus] Hell has a lost and found Open late, cash only, underground Red lit chopsticks left in a bin Keychains with words worn thin Your favorite spoon a missing tooth The nerve I had at twenty-two Careful what you choose to keep There are worse things here than me [Bridge] In the back, they keep the harder things under sheets with numbers sewn in Lift the corner... a Tuesday I’ve yet to live You’re outside a gas station two coffees cooling in your hands I can’t see my face but I can tell from yours... ... we would soon be replaced [Breakdown] That’s when I ask her what people leave behind She checks a box then takes her time “Depends what they deny.” I say, “Leaving?” She shakes her head and says, “No… the reason why.” [Final Chorus] Hell has a lost and found Open late, cash only, underground A red thread, an amber stone The last good thing I never told They don’t care who dropped it off Who wore it thin or what it cost They slide the ledger toward your hand Turn the page and pass the pen [Outro] I came for what I thought was mine I left one piece of me behind
