The Junk Drawer

I try to say exactly all the things I think about you

But the words roll out like a dented can of peas

I'm trying to unlock the door to let you in tonight

But I'm fumbling in my pocket trying to find my keys I

love how you dig through the junk in my drawer

And sit with my clutter right here on the floor

You don't need a reason for how I might feel

You just love the parts of the mess that are real

I try to perform get it perfect for you

Hope you miss the glitches and skips in the show

Full of holes like a sieve or a scratched DVD

Waiting 'til you're just the next one to go

You see past the rust

on the junk in my drawer

And sit with my clutter right here on the floor You don't

need a reason for how I might feel

You just love the parts of the mess that are real

You never took me to the thrift store

You never traded me for brand new

You always accept my flaws so warmly

Stick to my side my super glue

You tore up the receipt for the junk in my drawer

And sit with my clutter right here on the floor You don't

need a reason for how I might feel

You just love the parts of the mess that are real You

accept all of the junk in my drawer And sit with my

clutter right here on the floor You don't need a reason for

how I might feel You just love the parts of the mess

that are real

Just a junk drawer

(just a junk drawer)