Written by Parquet Courts
Verse D Dm C There's a drawer in my house that I try to keep closed but it's open G F C There's a commitment that I made to be somewhere but it's broken F Fm6 C G An oblique mantra in my head, it lies there on the floor like a bed that would F Dm C Collapse like a trap, if it was spokenInstrumental Am Am C C G F C C Am Am G G Am Am A A Verse D Dm C There's a phone with a number that I try not to call but it's ringing G F C For someone I've tried to keep to myself but I'm singing F Fm6 C G It's logic that's twisted and paraphrased and justified by a distance F Dm C That separates a bond, bound of persistenceAm G You gotta keep it even, even when you're uptight Am A Even when you're happy, even when you're reaching for some D Dm C Line I've had in mind, it's been repressed over time, so I'm breathing G F C Seduced by an excuse that could not be made but I'm speakingAm G You gotta keep it even, even when you're uptight Am A Even when you're happy, even when you're reaching for D Dm C That drawer in my house that I try to keep closed but its open
See also: The Pietasters - Its The Same Old Song |
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