i'm coming apart at the seams
pitching myself for leads in other people's dreams
doc, there's a hole where something was
i don't want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness i should've given up a long long time ago but this soft spot still remains.
aren't i pathetic? cause i look out for you first instead of me a key is just a tool we use to open up doors for us. and after use, we chuck keys aside, not bothering about them until we need them to open another door. no matter how you look at it, thats all a key is. and i'm sorry dude. but unless you can promise me certain things and convince me there are no consequences, i dont know if i can be your key
