The story behind this song
She was there the night the papers came, curled up on the boxes marked with his name. She learned the sound of crying through a door and answered it every time, pawing it open and crossing the floor. Through the waiting rooms and the bad-news drives she rode along on the passenger thigh; through the chemo months she never left the bed, chin on a wrist like an anchor.
The cushion still holds her shape, and it can't be fluffed out yet. For the one the world tells just a pet — ten pounds of warm that didn't fix a thing, only stayed every single night.
Lyrics
The cushion still holds your shape
I can't bring myself
To fluff it out
I can't bring myself
To fluff it out
You were there the night the papers came
Curled up on the boxes marked with his name
You learned the sound of crying through a door
And every time, you answered it — pawed it open, crossed the floor
The waiting rooms, the bad-news drives
You rode them all on my passenger thigh
Curled up on the boxes marked with his name
You learned the sound of crying through a door
And every time, you answered it — pawed it open, crossed the floor
The waiting rooms, the bad-news drives
You rode them all on my passenger thigh
They say "just a pet"
Like the word just ever held you
Like the word just ever held you
But my whole heart had fur, didn't it, sweet thing
You were the pulse of this apartment, the answer when nothing would ring
Ten pounds of warm against the worst years of my life
You didn't fix a thing — you just stayed every night
And the world calls that small
My whole heart had fur, that's all
You were the pulse of this apartment, the answer when nothing would ring
Ten pounds of warm against the worst years of my life
You didn't fix a thing — you just stayed every night
And the world calls that small
My whole heart had fur, that's all
You knew my key in a hallway of keys
Met me at the door like a small ovation
Through the chemo months you never left the bed
Your chin on my wrist like an anchor, like a meditation
The smell of your fur after sun through the glass —
I'd give a year of anything to get one breath of that back
Met me at the door like a small ovation
Through the chemo months you never left the bed
Your chin on my wrist like an anchor, like a meditation
The smell of your fur after sun through the glass —
I'd give a year of anything to get one breath of that back
They say "you can get another"
Like another ever held me
Like another ever held me
'Cause my whole heart had fur, didn't it, sweet thing
You were the pulse of this apartment, the answer when nothing would ring
Ten pounds of warm against the worst years of my life
You didn't fix a thing — you just stayed every night
And the world calls that small
My whole heart had fur, that's all
You were the pulse of this apartment, the answer when nothing would ring
Ten pounds of warm against the worst years of my life
You didn't fix a thing — you just stayed every night
And the world calls that small
My whole heart had fur, that's all
Someday I'll tell somebody new
"I got through the hardest years" —
And they'll picture some friend, some therapist, some town
They'll never guess you. Small and stubborn. Fur and bone.
The reason the dark years didn't take me down
"I got through the hardest years" —
And they'll picture some friend, some therapist, some town
They'll never guess you. Small and stubborn. Fur and bone.
The reason the dark years didn't take me down
My whole heart had fur — I'll say it plain
You were the pulse of this place, the soft weight against the pain
Ten pounds of brave against the worst years of my life
You never fixed a thing — you just stayed every night
Let the world call it small
You were my heart, fur and all
You were the pulse of this place, the soft weight against the pain
Ten pounds of brave against the worst years of my life
You never fixed a thing — you just stayed every night
Let the world call it small
You were my heart, fur and all
The cushion keeps your shape
So do I
So do I
So do I
So do I
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