The story behind this song
There's a hollow worn into the arm of the reading chair — fourteen years of evenings pressed in there. She'd find a lap the moment anyone sat still, like comfort was her job and she was good at it. She heard the key and met it at the door, slept against the rhythm of a chest all through the cold months, the small warm furnace doing her best.
Now the house has gone too quiet to ignore. For the one being told it was only a cat — it wasn't. Real grief means real love, and nine lives were never going to be enough.
Lyrics
I know, I know
There's no card for this kind of cold
There's no card for this kind of cold
There's a hollow on the arm of your reading chair
Fourteen years of evenings pressed in there
She'd find your lap the moment you sat still
Like comfort was her job, and she was skilled
Now the house has gone too quiet to ignore
And friend, I won't pretend it's something small
Fourteen years of evenings pressed in there
She'd find your lap the moment you sat still
Like comfort was her job, and she was skilled
Now the house has gone too quiet to ignore
And friend, I won't pretend it's something small
So let me say what the card can't say
Out loud, so it counts
Out loud, so it counts
Nine lives weren't enough
Not for a love like that
Don't let anyone shrink it down
To "only just a cat"
She was your evening, your alarm, your hush
Real grief means real love —
And nine lives weren't enough
Not for a love like that
Don't let anyone shrink it down
To "only just a cat"
She was your evening, your alarm, your hush
Real grief means real love —
And nine lives weren't enough
She heard your key and met you at the door
More faithful than the people you've cried for
She slept against the rhythm of your chest
Fourteen winters, your small furnace, doing her best
You don't need to be okay this week
Grief this honest doesn't have to speak
More faithful than the people you've cried for
She slept against the rhythm of your chest
Fourteen winters, your small furnace, doing her best
You don't need to be okay this week
Grief this honest doesn't have to speak
So let me say what the card can't say
Out loud, so it counts
Out loud, so it counts
Nine lives weren't enough
Not for a love like that
Don't let anyone shrink it down
To "only just a cat"
She was your evening, your alarm, your hush
Real grief means real love —
And nine lives weren't enough
Not for a love like that
Don't let anyone shrink it down
To "only just a cat"
She was your evening, your alarm, your hush
Real grief means real love —
And nine lives weren't enough
Someday — not yet, I know
Some shelter kitten's going to find your door
Not to take her place; that place is kept
Just proof of what she taught your heart to hold
She made you fluent in a love
Most people never learn
Some shelter kitten's going to find your door
Not to take her place; that place is kept
Just proof of what she taught your heart to hold
She made you fluent in a love
Most people never learn
Nine lives weren't enough
Not for a love like that
So grieve as long and loud you need
I'm not going anywhere — that's that
She was your evening, your alarm, your hush
The realest kind of love
And nine lives weren't enough
Not for a love like that
So grieve as long and loud you need
I'm not going anywhere — that's that
She was your evening, your alarm, your hush
The realest kind of love
And nine lives weren't enough
The chair keeps her shape
And I'll keep showing up
That's how we both loved you
And I'll keep showing up
That's how we both loved you
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