Second Key Chronicles
You left your key at my place again.
That's twice this week.
Either you're forgetful as hell— —or that's not an accident.
Yeah. That's what I thought.
One toothbrush, three pairs of shoes,
charger by the bed like you paying dues.
Coffee how you like it,
playlist in the car,
started with “I'm leaving,” now you don't get far.
I don't check phones,
I don't chase clues.
If I gotta play detective,
I don't want you.
You said, “Don't get excited.” Baby,
please. You got half your closet hanging next to me.
Maybe I forgot it.
Maybe I did not.
Maybe I like knowing you're the place I stop.
Maybe there's a reason there are two keys now.
(Then say it out loud.)
SECOND KEY!
Guess you're staying tonight.
SECOND KEY!
Girl, you ain't gotta lie.
Call it an accident,
call it whatever you please.
Nobody accidentally
makes a second key.
Now you got opinions 'bout the shit in my fridge.
Moved my good whiskey just to make something fit.
Changed my damn pillows,
put a plant by the sink.
I watched the operation like—
You done?
She said, “What?”
Nothing.
Continue.
Now your friends know my address,
your mama knows my name.
Apparently my bathroom needed candles yesterday.
I ain't scared of commitment.
I'm scared of throw pillows.
There's fucking six of 'em.
Maybe I forgot it.
Maybe that's a lie.
Maybe every morning I don't wanna say goodbye.
(Now THAT sounds honest.)
SECOND KEY! Guess you're staying tonight.
SECOND KEY!
Girl, you ain't gotta lie.
Call it an accident,
call it whatever you please.
Nobody accidentally
makes a second key.
Guitar,
tell her. Violin?
Oh shit.
You two finished? I'm keeping the key.
SECOND KEY!
Guess you're staying tonight.
SECOND KEY!
Girl, you ain't gotta lie.
Call it an accident,
call it whatever you please.
Nobody accidentally
makes a second key.
SECOND KEY!
SECOND KEY!
SECOND KEY!
SECOND KEY!