A love song for my wife Tankeh who has put up with me for over 18 years. https://open.spotify.com/track/5oAicmgFHRtLbN4ghyZUpL?si=e2e9fbd9f0c74878 © 2026 Sail Records UK Any copying of this song without permission is strictly prohibited. Plagiarism, redistribution, fraudulent use, or unauthorized uploading in any form is forbidden. All rights reserved. -------------- I try to say exactly all the things I think about you But the words roll out like a dented can of peas I'm trying to unlock the door to let you in tonight But I'm fumbling in my pocket trying to find my keys I love how you dig through the junk in my drawer And sit with my clutter right here on the floor You don't need a reason for how I might feel You just love the parts of the mess that are real I try to perform get it perfect for you Hope you miss the glitches and skips in the show Full of holes like a sieve or a scratched DVD Waiting 'til you're just the next one to go You see past the rust on the junk in my drawer And sit with my clutter right here on the floor You don't need a reason for how I might feel You just love the parts of the mess that are real You never took me to the thrift store You never traded me for brand new You always accept my flaws so warmly Stick to my side my super glue You tore up the receipt for the junk in my drawer And sit with my clutter right here on the floor You don't need a reason for how I might feel You just love the parts of the mess that are real You accept all of the junk in my drawer And sit with my clutter right here on the floor You don't need a reason for how I might feel You just love the parts of the mess that are real Just a junk drawer Just a junk drawer
