Nightstand Drawer - Heather Maloney

Hey, hey baby I’m your picnic blanket

Give your crumbs, give your drips, give your bugs

Hey, hey baby I’m your mud-room floor

Give your street-dust, give your beach-sand, give your rain

Hey, hey baby I’m your nightstand drawer

Give me your secrets, give me your longings, give me a chance

To hold these things

I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna sell it to the papers.

No, and

I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna spin em' into stories.

And

I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna use it as ammunition, no

I just wanna hold…

Hey, hey baby you know you can talk to me tonight

Don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, oh

And let me in, for heaven’s sake

Hey, hey baby I’m your terra cotta pot

Give me your basil, give me your daises, give me your dirt

Hey, hey baby I’m your couch cushion corners

Give me your pop-corn, give me you post-its, give me your change

Hey, hey baby I’m your nightstand drawer

Give me your secrets, give me your longings, give me a chance

To hold these things

I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna sell it to the papers.

No, and

I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna spin em' into stories.

And

I’m not gonna, I’m not gonna use it as ammunition, no

I just wanna hold…

Hey, hey baby you know you can talk to me tonight

Don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, don’t lie awake, oh

And let me in, for heaven’s sake