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You had it,
the code to get in.
I made it difficult, like 1,2,3,4
You smirked as you slowly pressed the each one and let yourself in.
Intruder alert!
I set the table, wary of your presence
I promised myself that when you left, I would change it
I must've forgotten.
In time, I left the door unlocked and you would just walk in
Always invited, always excited.
I started waiting for that one time, that pivotal moment;
when you would throw down your keys and stay for a while
Make yourself at home
But you had to go,
Each time sooner than the last
You had much to explore and how could I join you?
I've already walked those paths, seen the dead ends.
That's why I'm here
All Aboard!
I stepped back, forward then back again
I'm static; rushing but not moving.
If riding the express means carrying expression;
then it seems I've misplaced by ticket.
I kept you in the corner of my eye;
refusing to look ahead.
Walking over a cliff built by expectation.
I've fallen gently into a mist of apathy
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I've changed it, the code
I've added a digit or two, mixed it around a little
You don't know, you can never know.
I guess I've succeeded.
You had it,
the code to get in.
I made it difficult, like 1,2,3,4
You smirked as you slowly pressed the each one and let yourself in.
Intruder alert!
I set the table, wary of your presence
I promised myself that when you left, I would change it
I must've forgotten.
In time, I left the door unlocked and you would just walk in
Always invited, always excited.
I started waiting for that one time, that pivotal moment;
when you would throw down your keys and stay for a while
Make yourself at home
But you had to go,
Each time sooner than the last
You had much to explore and how could I join you?
I've already walked those paths, seen the dead ends.
That's why I'm here
All Aboard!
I stepped back, forward then back again
I'm static; rushing but not moving.
If riding the express means carrying expression;
then it seems I've misplaced by ticket.
I kept you in the corner of my eye;
refusing to look ahead.
Walking over a cliff built by expectation.
I've fallen gently into a mist of apathy
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
I've changed it, the code
I've added a digit or two, mixed it around a little
You don't know, you can never know.
I guess I've succeeded.
