grandma's house (interlude) Lyrics

Four or five long years ago, I visited my grandma's house

She left a little present on the guest room pillow

The present was this notebook, and I let it gather dust

Until we holed up in our houses, cause the world was ill

Oh, I felt a lot of feelings, so I wrote them all down

And the pages of the book began to drown

And before I'd really processed what the writing could mean

I had 119

119 songs I couldn't have foreseen

Now the book's all full, I don't know how I filled the pages up

I thought it was impossible, but now it's finished

I guess when you write every day, your writing doesn't stay that way

The growth is how the blank spots in the book diminished

The cursive on the cover is what gave it away

When you do what you love, love tends to stay

I'm just grateful I went to Grandma's house that day