I’m not a locksmith
But this is bullshit
Trying to get the door open
To you and revealing
All that you’re feeling
Inside there’s a library and I’m hoping
To read the books
On how you work so I can look
Deep into your soul
But my brain is fried
And I’m still stuck outside
Trying to listen into the keyhole
I know that there’s not a doorbell
I’ve been trying to knock, but oh well
I guess you’re never coming to the door
Standing here isn’t healthy
So just come out here and tell me
Whether or not I should just go home
(Even if you just want me to fuck off)
You can tell me to go away
If that’s what you have to say
I promise that it won’t make a mess of this
Until you tell me to stay or leave
I’ll be listening for what you believe (/perceive)
I just can’t handle these mixed messages
I don’t think that I’m
A very good spy
But I’ve done the best I can on my part
Trying to discern
What I have to learn
To try to find a way into your heart
I’m not a creep
I’m just trying to keep
An eye out for you so I know you’re there
And ultimately
I’m just trying to see
If someone’s in there who will care
Because I have no place else to go
And I feel like I could be useful here