I looked at her and we didn't speak
I doubt she even saw me
My imaginations start to leak
knowing that she'll find her key
In this moment we are the same age
she is my half, better or worse
I grew in her heart close cage
But she set me free of course
I've heard tales but they couldn't be the same
as being there in that little house for rent
when she went by another name
when she lived with love and a single cent
I wish it could be but I know it never will
To live one day in this frame, not as a still