the keys

You know that this old house will break me. 

this place we still live in 

and walk the halls 

’cause we’re not free. 

You know that this whole place is empty 

but still so full of us 

and we can’t stand 

to just let us be. 

You know we’re bound to find the keys someday 

and throw the doors out wide 

and go outside 

but we just can’t seem to find the time to walk away. 

I know that these old walls still haunt you 

and echo all the sounds 

down all the halls 

we walked through. 

You know I’m still stuck here 

I know you’re always near 

we know we need to leave 

and burn this place down to the ground and just start new. 

But man, we’re bound to find the keys someday 

and throw the doors out wide 

and then go outside 

and then think of some amazing way 

to say goodbye 

but we just can’t seem to find the time to walk away.