[Verse 1] At 1:13 above the closed washateria, I watched you press the tape flat with your thumb. Your cousin Dee kept feeding boxes down, and you said, "Baby, this the final one." The fire escape shook under that blue crate; you looked back once, like rooms could call your bluff. Beside the window, a name carved in a desk: Mara, age 12. You said, "That ain't coming, huh?" [Chorus] Leave it there, Mara That old hurt don't need your new address Come downstairs The car is running by the curb for us Leave it there, Mara (Leave it, baby) Let that room remember what you won't [Verse 2] Down on Elysian Fields, the app car waited, hazards blinking amber on the pharmacy gate. Then the hand truck crossed the doorway seam, and your skipping record caught again on "stay." You laughed, "That thing always was dramatic." (You got time) I held your coat while Dee went for the fan. You watched that needle plead its little circle, then folded up the key inside your hand. [Bridge] I ain't here to tell you what forgiveness means. I just saw your shoulders settle at the door. The city truck swept glass along the avenue; you said, "Funny, I feel taller than before." (Come on down) Dee called, "Girl, we blocking half the street." You tucked your phone into your yellow sleeve. Maybe leaving ain't a grand announcement. Sometimes it's a key you choose to leave. [Chorus] Leave it there, Mara That old hurt don't need your new address Come downstairs The morning's turning gold along the curb Leave it there, Mara (We got you) Let that room remember what you won't [Outro] Three floors up, that record kept on turning. The desk stayed square against the paling wall. You told the driver, "We good. Go ahead." I watched the fire escape grow small.
