I really wish I had the courage
To tell her when I find my keys don't work
And banging upon the door has no effect
That it brings to the surface, evils rarely seen

When I find myself in this situation, it triggers so many bad things;
Double guesses and rechecks,
New wingsuiting lows
And the ache of an empty chest cavity
How could I tell her this?

I lack the courage, or perhaps, I lack the apathy about her feelings.