They say keys are meant to be lost
And when I lose mine I get that feeling when you've reached the top of the stairs in the dark and your foot feefor predicting another step

Are glasses supposed to break? A tiny drop of blood seeps out my finger
I squeeze it to make more

Maybe roads are meant to wind and take you some place you've never been, didn't want to go

I want to lose my keys and find new doors and pick the locks and hope you're not behind one
I bled for you and kept the scars - my skin a battleground for wars I fancied were for you

I'd like to travel high and far and when I reach my heaven will be waiting
With all keys ever lost and doors unlocked and straight roads and I will toast to the memory of you that got me here