On day one I was looking trough my pockets for the keys
On day two there I found them hanging quietly from the door
You said that you'd get used to situations like this
But I know it's a sign that I'm not ready for this song
This naked wall is a trap, is a trap
It's wearing me out like a name on a tag
On day three you were standing in the doorway with a smile
On day four there I lost you but you were running down the hall
I said I just want to be alone for a while
But you know it's all because I always blow to flow
This days I've gone in the sand in the shame
I'm eighteen today what a mess I have made

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