One of these keys are old and broken
dust and crust en lodged throughout the crevasses
Hardly comparable to the others
he picks it up, into the palm of his hand
His fingers close tight around it
and he knows what to do.
He places it in his pocket
two floors down
I'm sitting alone in the bathroom,
knees up to my eyes
shaking back and forth
where is my hero I wonder.
I turn on the water and slowly close the door
turning the lock, begging no more.
there's a sharp little dagger in the back of the cabinet
I fall into the bathtub
and try hard not to cry
as I know that this is the last time
I'll think of him before I die.
the dagger's in my hand
I see the light so bright
I press my chest up to high
and breathe in deep.
thinking of the sky
I'm ready to go
I don't need to stay
I hear a noice and I sink below the water.
My hand comes out of the tub and clicks on the stereo
bubbles coming up
there isn't much time
He reaches for the door that says number 9
He pulls out the key and rams it in the lock.
glitter falling down. It's like a shamrock
he's running through the house
with the key tight in his hand.
he runs up to the bathroom
and kicks down the door.
running to my hand as it falls out of sight.
splashing in the water.
my heart is drowning tonight
and he picks it up.
lays it on the ground
and makes it beat again.
he kissed my soul
my body's alive.
he puts his head to my chest.
and a tear falls on his cheek.
I open my eyes.
as he hears my heart beat
he looks up and sees my eyes.
I swallow the water inside my mouth
and slowly breathe in.
he says "You know,"
as three tears fall down his cheeks
"I WOULD miss you"
