Third Drawer Down

[Verse 1]
He pulls the menu for 'Lucky Star' from the back of the drawer.
The paper's gone brittle, a fossil from the year before.
Beside it, the key for a lock that has long been changed,
A single blue earring, forever estranged.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the silence gets loud like a feedback whine,
Tracing a fault line, both yours and mine.

[Chorus]
This is the slow unmaking, the quiet collapse,
Erasing the watermarks from old paper maps.
The world doesn't end with a bang or a sound,
Just cleaning the third drawer down.

[Verse 2]
The first real frost of November paints the glass.
He finds the two tickets for that band from the past.
"Keep them," you'd said, "for a rainy day, then,"
Like you didn't see it was already raining.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the silence gets loud like a feedback whine,
Tracing a fault line, both yours and mine.

[Chorus]
This is the slow unmaking, the quiet collapse,
Erasing the watermarks from old paper maps.
The world doesn't end with a bang or a sound,
Just cleaning the third drawer down.

[Bridge]
One dead battery, a coil of grey string.
The tiny, brutal weight of every small thing.

[Chorus]
This is the slow unmaking, the quiet collapse,
Erasing the watermarks from old paper maps.
The world doesn't end with a bang or a sound,
Just cleaning the third drawer down.

[Outro]
He closes it shut with a final, soft click.
The mark of the dust is gone. That's the trick.