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Junk Drawer Heart

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I spend a lot of time at the house Itโ€™s becoming something like a cult of my things Together we sing in search of what the hurtinโ€™s about Turns out itโ€™s somewhat of a tumultuous thing So I make my way down to the bar Lately itโ€™s the only place I like to go when it rains But someoneโ€™s been fuckinโ€™ with the jukebox again Now it only plays the Sultans of Swing (now it only plays the Sultans of Swing) Iโ€™m sure thereโ€™s something of use deep down In a rubber band corner of my junk drawer heart I just rarely ever open the thing (I just rarely ever even open the thing) Madeline moved herself to town last fall Without telling or asking That was not my bad Now sheโ€™s gone and locked herself in the bathroom Fussinโ€™ and cryinโ€™ About a thought I had Her daddy was a hypnotist Her mother was a metronome Her mortal coil is not so much a curse As it is a stepping stone She knows thereโ€™s something of use deep down In a rare coin corner of her junk drawer heart Sheโ€™s really made a mess of it though (ahh, sheโ€™s really gone and made a mess of it though) I spend a lot of time at the house I can admit that maybe certain parts of me have changed And Madeline moved herself back to the city And yes I guess perhaps Iโ€™m partially to blame I had the thought of headinโ€™ back to the bar But something deep inside of me starts to refrain Someoneโ€™s been rifling through the junk drawer again And things get kind of tangled when Your heartโ€™s rearranged Its like chewinโ€™ on an apple in an archery range Maybe thereโ€™s something or use deep down In the matchbook bottom of my junk drawer heart Maybe thereโ€™s nothing there but joker cards and keychains (nothing but joker cards and keychains) Nothing but joker cards and keychains My things and I, weโ€™re singing โ€œsmoke is just an unspoken apologv from a matchโ€ My Madeline Iโ€™m down here tryinโ€™ to take the whole damn jukebox apart One 45 at a time I know thereโ€™s something of use deep down In a rubber band corner of my junk drawer mind I just donโ€™t know if find it in time I just donโ€™t know if Iโ€™ll ever find it in time I just donโ€™t know if Iโ€™ll ever find it in time