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My thumbs type out a line, then I delete it slow
You two share a joke I never seem to know
I scroll past your story, put my phone face-down
A bitter little taste I swallow with a frown
You hand her your jacket, watch her slide it on
I measure every second till you catch me gone
I laugh at something clever somebody else just said
While my own two feet stay rooted in my head
A can of soda sweats beside your keys and shoes
She leans across the counter, picks a song you'd choose
And I don't have the language for the cold that crawls my spine
There's no box I fit in, no dotted line
A can of soda sweats beside your keys and shoes
She leans across the counter, picks a song you'd choose
I count the ways to ask you if she's been around before
But a gate with no key won't unlock the door
You hand her your jacket, watch her slide it on
I measure every second till you catch me gone
I laugh at something clever somebody else just said
While my own two feet stay rooted in my head
A can of soda sweats beside your keys and shoes
She leans across the counter, picks a song you'd choose
And I don't have the language for the cold that crawls my spine
There's no box I fit in, no dotted line
A can of soda sweats beside your keys and shoes
She leans across the counter, picks a song you'd choose
I count the ways to ask you if she's been around before
But a gate with no key won't unlock the door
