On day one i was looking trough my pockets for the keys
On day two there i found them hanging quietly from the door

You said you’d get used to situations like this
But i know it’s a sign that i’m not ready for this song

This naked wall is a trap, is a trap
It’s wearing me out like a name on a tag

On day three you were standing in the doorway with a smile

On day four there i lost you but you were running down the hall

I said i just want to be alone for a while
But you know it’s all because i always blow to flow

This days i’ve gone in the sand in the shame
I’m eighteen today what a mess i have made