your key has been in my pocket since the morning light came in I lock the door and start walking same street that I always use my phone stays quiet in my hand you used to ask where I am and I thought it would mean more than this I thought this meant I mattered more I am here wanting too much I walk past where you said you would be I hear your voice when I slow down you do not ask if I made it home you do not wait up late for me I see you laughing with someone else I hate that I notice and I keep my steps the same and I thought it would mean more than this I thought this meant I mattered more I am here wanting too much I stand outside a little longer with my keys pressed in my hand I thought you would look for me I thought you would understand it should not hurt like this it should not hurt like this I almost use it I almost turn back I almost knock on the door because I want you to want me and I do not your key is still in my pocket
