Dear Skeleton Key,

im the morning fog
youre the evening sun
when i trip, its bittersweet
i try to laugh it off, but it doesn't work
when you fall, its like a feather
you hurt more and more, but its a sigh
were both sad, sad songs, sad smiles
were both sad smiles
were both sad smiles

im the clouds in the sky
during your aurora
on the highs, my clocks ticking
im so happy, but not my circadian rythm
when you're laughing, you avoid the mirror
you dont think much, somehow its clearer
were both sad, sad songs, sad smiles
haven't seen you
in a sad while.

im the old shoes that look brand new
something tells me, you hate that too
when i breathe in, it doesn't hurt
even if there will always be a "her"
when you breathe, do you feel the same?
when im there, is there sun on your face?
i gift you a sad smile
were both sad smiles