[Intro — soft Rhodes, distant traffic, warm tape hiss] Found my old bag today. Still had everything in it. ... Huh. [Verse 1 — intimate conversational rap] Found it underneath a pile of clothes, Black canvas, busted zipper, little hole. Still had a charger wrapped around a pen, Two pairs of socks I hadn't seen since when— I don't remember. Had a toothbrush in a plastic case, Twenty bucks folded in a hidden space. Little things I used to keep nearby, Just in case I had to leave before daylight. Funny. I ain't touched that bag in months. Didn't even notice where it was. Used to keep it right beside the door, Now it's underneath a bunch of junk I bought. Pulled it out, sat down on the bed, Unzipped it, looked at everything again. Nothing in there I was looking for. Just a little life I don't prepare for anymore. [Chorus — restrained melodic rap, warm bass] I got plans for November, Got a name on the calendar. Got a little something growing By the window in the sun. I bought a coat for next winter, Got a book I haven't finished. Funny how the smallest things Can tell you what you've become. I didn't lose the bag, Didn't throw the past away. I just stopped keeping everything Ready for another day. I'm unpacked. Yeah. I'm unpacked. [Verse 2 — steady pocket, crisp drums enter] Bought a plant back in April, Didn't think the thing would live. Now I'm searching up the proper way To keep it through the winter. Got a little shelf I said I'd fix, Finally bought the screws for it. Got a restaurant I wanna try, Made a reservation for the twenty-ninth. That's next month. Didn't even think about it. Just wrote it down And went about my day without it. Got a jacket hanging by the stairs, Bought it 'cause I liked it, not because it folds up square. Got a drawer full of receipts, Half a dozen things I said I'd read. There's a concert coming up in spring, Bought two tickets. Didn't hesitate. And that's the part that caught me When I finally stopped to think— I'm making little promises To a version of me I expect to meet. [Chorus — slightly fuller, understated harmonies] I got plans for November, Got a name on the calendar. Got a little something growing By the window in the sun. I bought a coat for next winter, Got a book I haven't finished. Funny how the smallest things Can tell you what you've become. I didn't lose the bag, Didn't throw the past away. I just stopped keeping everything Ready for another day. I'm unpacked. Yeah. I'm unpacked. [Verse 3 — drums thin, close-mic vulnerable rap] I ain't saying that I'm settled In some permanent kind of way. Life can turn around tomorrow, I might wanna leave someday. And that's fine. I could go. Could find another place to live, Learn another set of streets, Get familiar with the shops, Find a new place to eat. I've done it. I know I could. But I used to keep my whole damn life Small enough to move. Never bought the heavy furniture, Never hung the pictures straight. Didn't wanna get attached To something I might have to take. Now there's a mark behind the dresser From the day I dragged it in. Got a little stain beside the table That I still ain't dealing with. Got a hundred tiny reasons To come back after a long day. And for once, I'm not embarrassed By how much I wanna stay. [Bridge — bare Rhodes, no drums] Maybe I won't live here forever. Maybe someday I'll pack everything again. But if I do... I wanna have something worth packing. Pictures. Books. A plant that's somehow still alive. A whole lot of things I actually chose to keep. [Final Verse — drums return, warmer and more rhythmic] So I emptied out the bag, Put the charger in the drawer. Found a place for all the little things I don't need ready anymore. Washed the socks, Threw the toothbrush in the trash. Kept the twenty— Hey, money's money, don't be mad. Folded up the canvas, Put it underneath the bed. Didn't have some big emotional moment Like the movies would've said. Just got up, Made some coffee, Checked the date. Looked at everything I'd written down For next week. And the week after. And the month after that. ... Yeah. I think I'll be around. [Final Chorus — warm melodic lift, layered vocals] I got plans for November, Got a name on the calendar. Got a little something growing By the window in the sun. I bought a coat for next winter, Got a book I haven't finished. And a hundred little reasons To see what this life becomes. I still know how to pack, Still got somewhere else I could go. But there's something kind of beautiful About the things I chose. I'm unpacked. Yeah. I'm unpacked. [Outro — soft piano, distant household sounds] ... Oh, shit. I forgot to water the plant.
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