Latchkey - Dryjacket

Empty hallways evening haze.

Chaperones park cars, you’re shaking your head.

Pass the time with card games.

Don’t delay just uppercut.

I’m set astray.

This is it, the last to leave I’m hesitant.

As of now I’m staying put.

The clique jeers and spins but never forgives as I lose her in this vestibule,

for the second time in a row.

Are you still standing here?

All along you’ve been holding on to every piece of paper I wrote on.

Through the years handmade souvenirs and every piece of paper you wrote on,

they’re all gone.