In the back of the bottom drawer

Of the dresser by our bed

Is a box of odds and ends

That I have always kept

But the man who sleeps beside me 

Doesn't know its even there

Little pieces of my past 

That I shouldn't have to share



A napkin that is stained with time

Has a poem on it that didn't quiet rhyme

But it made me cry

And a Dear Jane letter 

From a different guy 

He broke up with me

And he told me I'm not always right

And a stolen key from an old hotel room door

In the back of the bottom drawer



I don't keep these things because I'm longing to go back

I keep them because I want to stay right were I'm at

I'm reminded of my rights and wrongs 

I don't want to mess this up 

But I wouldn't know where I belong with out this box of stuff



A birthday card from my first boyfriend

He signed it I Love You 

So I gave in

Yeah we went to far in his daddy's car

And those Mardi Gras beads from ‘98

We danced all night 

Stayed out so late

We thought we were stars

Closing down the bars

And that champagne was cheap 

But still I've got that cork

In the back of the bottom drawer



I'm not trying to hide these things from the man I love today

But I'm a better woman for him 

Thanks to my yesterdays

So now I try to give more than I take

And I bite my tongue 

And fight the urge to say 

It's my way or no way at all

And now I cherish love a whole lot more 

Cause of what's in the back of the bottom drawer