The Everything Drawer

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
"You can take the spider plant from the sill."
"The one from the market on 32nd street."
(Beat enters)
"Donny, I don't want the plant. I want the key to my mother's house."
"Right. Of course. It's… probably in here somewhere."

[Chorus]
The everything drawer, the dust on the map.
Holds the ticket stubs and the beautiful trap.
Our whole damn life in a four-inch gap.

[Verse 2]
One dead battery, C-size.
The menu from Paulie Gee's, folded in half.
The warranty for a blender that broke last July.
That weird little screw that you saved with a laugh.

[Bridge]
You found it under a book of old stamps.
And put it in my palm, the metal still damp from the cold.
You said, "You should keep the good scissors. You'll need 'em, I know."

[Chorus]
The everything drawer, the dust on the map.
Holds the ticket stubs and the beautiful trap.
Our whole damn life in a four-inch gap.

[Outro]
The drawer slides shut.
The quiet gets loud.