Just like those keys to my Mom’s

I carried you with me for so long

I can’t stop checking my pockets regularly

But when we touch now it is clear to me

We’re not in love and maybe we’ve never been

Just like a hawk in the wind

I wish you wouldn’t remind me

I’ve got nowhere, hovering, flapping wildly

But when we touch then it is clear to me

I’m not in love and maybe I’ll never be

Everything’s fucked up and everything’s arbitrary

You’re not enough and maybe you’ll never be

You’re not enough and maybe you’ll never be