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 it's even there

Little pieces from my past

That I shouldn't have to share

A napkin that is stained with time

Has a poem on it

That didn't quite rhyme

But it made me cry

In 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

'Cause I'm longing to go back

I keep them because I wanna stay

Right where I'm at

I'm reminded of my rights and wrongs

I don't wanna mess this up

But I wouldn't know where I belong

Without this box of stuff

A birthday card from my first boyfriend

He signed it I love you so I gave in

Yeah we went too 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

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 yesterday

So now I try to give more than I take

And I bite my tongue

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