Junk Drawer Autopsy

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
Here's the key to the Ford he sold in '09
Here's the ticket stub from the Thalia Hall line
(Music enters: fingerpicked acoustic guitar)
Here's a single die from a board game we lost
Here's the phone number for a cab, I never called, just wrote down the cost

[Chorus]
(Full band explodes: distorted guitars, crashing drums)
I'M JUST TAKING INVENTORY
TELL MYSELF A DIFFERENT STORY
EVERY BROKEN PIECE A TROPHY
'TIL THE STATIC MAKES IT PHONY

[Verse 2]
Here's the matchbook from La Vaca on 18th Street
It smells like old gum and the city's concrete heat
Here's a busted watch that's been stuck on 4:17
The exact same minute I became the family's translation machine

[Chorus]
(Full band explodes: distorted guitars, crashing drums)
I'M JUST TAKING INVENTORY
TELL MYSELF A DIFFERENT STORY
EVERY BROKEN PIECE A TROPHY
'TIL THE STATIC MAKES IT PHONY

[Bridge]
Here's the silence where your laugh was supposed to be
Here's the Polaroid fading of you and me
Mom said, “No llores, mija, it’s just stuff”
But the space in this drawer is more than enough

[Chorus]
(Full band, even bigger and more desperate)
I'M JUST TAKING INVENTORY
SCREAMING OUT A DIFFERENT STORY
EVERY RUSTED NAIL IS HOLY
BUT THE STATIC KNOWS I'M LONELY

[Outro]
(Music cuts to just a hum of pads and a single, dry guitar note)
Just taking inventory...
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