The House Key

It sits in the tray

by the kitchen sink

A heavy brass key,

makes me stop and think

You left it behind

on the final night

Now it just catches

the morning light (mhmmm)

I never put it back on your ring

Terrified of what the truth might bring

(oooh) And it still fits the lock of the home we made

In the quiet where the memories fade

I keep a piece of the life we knew

Locked in a brass key,

waiting for

you

I carried it with me to the corner store

Almost walked up to your painted blue door

But I turned around with the brass in my hand

Writing a story you'd understand

And it still fits the lock of the home we made

In the quiet where the memories fade

I keep a piece of the life we knew

Locked in a brass key,

waiting for you

Just a brass key

In the kitchen

tray