[Verse 1] In this bottom of my drawer Old show wristband Crumpled flyer Your note on a torn receipt Ink bled blue But the joke still fires [Chorus] In this bottom of my drawer You’re a ghost in a pile of paper Little storms in a sea of junk I keep saying I’ll clean it up later But I never do ‘Cause it’s one place I still run into you [Verse 2] Ticket stubs from the cheap seats Polaroid Half your face cut off Matchbook from that rainy bar Smells like dust and your favorite cough drop [Chorus] In this bottom of my drawer You’re a ghost in a pile of paper Little storms in a sea of junk I keep saying I’ll clean it up later But I never do ‘Cause it’s one place I still run into you
