Junk Drawer Hymn

[Verse 1]
The third drawer down, by the sink on the west wall
Full of ticket stubs from the Long Beach Grand Prix
We don't talk about the torsion in these load-bearing halls
Just the rattle of dead double-A's and a single silver key.

[Chorus]
This is the junk drawer hymn for the things we couldn't fix
Just a box of structural debris, a blueprint for the ache
Yeah, we know it's dumb, this sentimental mix
But it's easier to keep it than to watch the whole thing break.

[Verse 2]
Your grandfather's drafting pencil, worn down to the steel
The smell of salt and diesel on a faded Polaroid
From that first apartment lease back in October '19, it feels
Like a whole foundation built inside a quiet, hollow void.

[Chorus]
This is the junk drawer hymn for the things we couldn't fix
Just a box of structural debris, a blueprint for the ache
Yeah, we know it's dumb, this sentimental mix
But it's easier to keep it than to watch the whole thing break.

[Bridge]
(Music cuts to a single, wet Rhodes chord, then silence)
"We should just throw it all out."
(Vocal is completely dry, close-mic'd, a whisper)
But we never do.

[Outro]
(Music stripped to fading Rhodes and vocal)
Easier to keep it...
Than to watch it break.