Spare Key Sonata

Fluorescent tube flickers overhead

Ice rattles in a plastic bucket

Replaying the words that you said

I took the highway and I lost my head (ahhhh)

I'm staring at a spare key in my hand

A little piece of metal in a quiet room I stayed away

just like we planned

But the silence is starting to loom

And the voicemail plays on repeat

I took the long way back to the street

Glitter on the dash,

but I feel the defeat Now I'm standing in the cold

And the story is already told

One more spin

of the wheel

Is this all I'm allowed to feel? (ohhh)

And the voicemail plays on repeat

I took the long way back to the street

Glitter on the dash,

but I feel the defeat Now I'm standing in

the cold

And the story is already told