I knew I didn't have my key
I made you drive me home anyway
I wanted to see if the neighbors were there, they have one
But they weren't
So we sat in the driveway while I pretended to look frantically through my bags
All the while knowing I had lost it
I looked up at the sentry silent, dark house
So close, I walked up and pressed my fingers to the door

I wanted to go home*

But some things you can't change
And that door was shut
With me and my stupid, irresponsible teenager self
locked outside
So we went back to your place

If you opened my bag, you'd see a silver present box

I brought the needle I use to slice my skin to your house in a present box

I thought I needed it and I was right
I'm going to use it tonight