Keys To Your Place

Still got the keys to your place in my pocket

Still can't believe we even tried to be honest

I thought I wanted more

I was lying to us both

It was too good to be true

When you called out of the blue

Not a peep from you since

Your dead brother was living

Do you remember sniffing poppers with him in your living room

Always gave me such a headache

Remember falling in to bed, hey

There was nothing better to do

Nothing better to do

Your name brings up images you can't find on the net

You still live in the same house you lived in since way back

I tried my best but just can't get

The feelings that we had

When we first met

Even your mother was drunk

Think she had quite the hots for me

You and I we made love to that CHVRCHES song on repeat

You were never quite so carefree

After you fell down those stairs

Did we have nothing better to do

Really nothing better to do