There's a drawer in my house that I try to keep closed but it's open. There's a commitment that I made to be somewhere but it's broken. An oblique mantra in my head it lies there on the floor like a bed that would collapse like a trap, if it was spoken. You gotta keep it even, even when you're uptight. Even when you're happy Even when you're reaching for some line I've had in mind, it's been repressed over time, so I'm breathing. Seduced by an excuse that could not be made but I'm speaking. There's a phone with a number that I try not to call but it's ringing for someone I've tried to keep to myself but I'm singing. It's logic that's twisted and paraphrased an justified by a distance that separatesd a bond, bound of persistence. You gotta keep it even, even when you're uptight. Even when you're happy. Even when you're reaching for that drawer in my house that I try to keep closed but it's open.