Old relationships
Simpler time
When I knew nothing
Thought the world could easily be mine
Gentle smile
Soft whispers
Your love was special
As long as I was there, pretending to be the one
Oh it haunts me sometimes
Nothing sweeter
Always bitter
Could it be otherwise?
I wonder
Do you ever get bored?
Does it ever get old?
The same old rusty key opened many households
Was it forever yours?
Could it ever be mine?
The same old stories told and millions have heard it all
The key is yours
The stories were mine
No more longings for the questions and care for nothing about theβ whyβ
Do you ever get bored?
Does it ever get old?
Is it so addictive that you couldnβ t help keep wanting more?
Was it forever yours?
Could it ever be mine?
Was it the same old stories you heard for so many times?
The key is mine
The story is yours
No more bedtime horrors and Iβ ve put them behind
Old relationships
You find me here
Beating the dead horse
Expecting nothing more
Same patterns
So familiar
The sweet dark stories
Just like the first time Iβ ve ever heard it all
Now keep it in mind
Donβ t think twice
The key gets rustier the stories get older
Enough to leave it here and let it die