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