Studying your door

We’ve never gone this far before

I’m here where you are

It says welcome but I’m not anymore

And I’d ring the bell

But that sounds like my ticket to hell

So I’m standing still

I showed up here against my own will

The handle is warm

I can feel where your hands were before

I still feel your arms

But you’re not holding me anymore

I see where you’ve been

All the prints in the dust on the trim

Tears to my chin

Think I’ll stay but I’m not coming in

I’m tracing the lines

Like you did on my skin all the time

They’re cold and they’re white

Like the way you said love but you lied

I’ve studied your door

And I’ve never stayed this long before

I’m here where you are

It says welcome but I’m not anymore

Ooo

Ooo