Receipt in the Coat Pocket · 外套口袋里的小票

[Verse 1]

October took the color out of everything I own

I pulled the brown coat off the hook and felt the paper fold

Two flat whites and a cinnamon roll, the eighth of July

Your handwriting on the tip line, a heart where the zero should lie

[Pre-Chorus]

I should have thrown it out with the tags

I should have let the season pass

But I fold it into fours again

And put it back where it began

[Chorus]

There's a receipt in the coat pocket, folded into fours

Two coffees and a promise that we don't keep anymore

It's not your name I'm missing, it's the girl who wrote it down

Who believed a slip of paper could hold a summer down

Receipt in the coat pocket, and I'm the only one around

[Verse 2]

The barista spelled it "Mairin" and you laughed until you cried

We split the last four dollars and we called it compromise

Now the ink is going purple and the edges wearing thin

Funny how the cheapest things are the ones you keep within

[Pre-Chorus]

I should have thrown it out with the tags

I should have let the winter pass

But I fold it into fours again

Like some small paper amen

[Chorus]

There's a receipt in the coat pocket, folded into fours

Two coffees and a promise that we don't keep anymore

It's not your name I'm missing, it's the girl who wrote it down

Who believed a slip of paper could hold a summer down

Receipt in the coat pocket, and I'm the only one around

[Bridge]

Tell me when does paper turn to proof

That you were happy once, and that's enough

I'll keep the coat, I'll let the cold come in

I'm not who I was, but I remember her

I remember how she counted out the change

Like every little coin was worth keeping

[Final Chorus]

There's a receipt in the coat pocket, folded into fours

Two coffees and a promise that nobody owes

It's not your name I'm missing, it's the girl who wrote it down

Who believed a slip of paper could hold a summer down

Receipt in the coat pocket, and I'm the only one around

[Outro]

Folded into fours, folded into fours

Two flat whites, a cinnamon roll, nothing more

Folded into fours