It's like walking into your own house,
And having a heavy set of keys,
But none of them fitting in the lock.
You can see every piece of your old life,
All those people having fun.
And you can't do anything but stare,
Cause looking away is just too hard.
So you get stuck in the driveway,
Your legs are heavy and breathing is more difficult than you remember.
It feels like the weather's too cold for everybody else's Summer.
And there isn't enough heat they can bring you that could last more than hours.
Love & Old Dusty Books,