[Verse 1] I keep the little matchbook by the sink One struck promise, then the kitchen stinks I count the hours by the cups I leave You say, “Come sit down,” I say, “Let me breathe” [Pre-Chorus] My hands know every hiding place My mouth has learned the same excuse [Chorus] I’m trying not to turn the key But turning it is how I sleep I hate the room it pulls me through I hate the calm it gives me too I say I’m done, then there I go Back to the hurt I already know [Verse 2] You find me folding receipts into squares I tell you I’m fine while I’m counting the stairs The morning comes plain, with the blinds half shut I rinse out the glass, but I don’t throw it out [Pre-Chorus] I could call you; I could tell the truth Instead I let the old relief come through [Chorus] I’m trying not to turn the key But turning it is how I sleep I hate the room it pulls me through I hate the calm it gives me too I say I’m done, then there I go Back to the hurt I already know [Bridge] Don’t make me promise I can’t keep Just sit beside me while I count to three If I reach for what will wreck me Say my name and stay with me [Final Chorus] I’m trying not to turn the key Still, turning it feels easy I hate the room it pulls me through I want the comfort without the bruise I say I’m done; I want to mean it Stay here with me till this passes [Outro] The matchbook’s by the sink Your hand is next to mine
