Unlocked

First door— You don't know my name.

Red wine.

Black dress.

You look at me like you already do.

Door shuts.

Next room— Your shoes are by my bed.

That's interesting.

Third door— We're screaming at each other.

You throw my jacket.

I catch it.

“See you tomorrow.”

You smile.

Fuck.

EVERY DOOR I OPEN

SOMEHOW OPENS BACK TO YOU.

Different room, different night,

same eyes cutting through.

I don't know if you're my future,

my mistake,

or déjà vu—

But every door I open

somehow opens back to you. (ooh)

Next door— We're dancing

like nobody else got invited.

Next—

You won't even look at me.

Next—

Two glasses on a balcony,

city underneath us. You say: “Took you long enough.” I say:

“For what?” Door slams.

Now I'm opening them faster.

Hotel room. Backseat.

Kitchen at midnight. Some place I've never been.

Your hand in mine.

Your drink in my hand.

Your lipstick on a glass.

Your name— still don't know your fucking name.

EVERY DOOR I OPEN

SOMEHOW OPENS BACK TO YOU.

Every version of tomorrow got me walking into you.

Maybe you're the right one.

Maybe you're the worst thing I could choose.

Either way—

every door I open

somehow opens back to you.

One last door.

Nothing. Empty room. No woman.

No music.

For the first time— I actually miss you.

Door closes behind me.

“Looking for somebody?”

EVERY DOOR I OPEN

SOMEHOW OPENS BACK TO YOU. I

could run a thousand hallways— I'd still end up in this

room. If you're heaven,

if

you're trouble, if you're everything

I'll

lose— I'M DONE ASKING WHERE THIS GOES.

JUST LEAVE THE FUCKING DOOR UNLOCKED.

“Took you long enough.” “Yeah.”