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I’m ready to close my eyes for the night
But I keep thinking about the door knob;
No, that’s a lie; I’m obsessing over the door knob
It’s filling my brain like a crazy door knob nightmare.

I know it’s locked,
because I saw the lock in the vertical position
or
was that the horizontal position,
Did I even look?

I know I didn’t touch it; why didn’t I just touch it,
Why didn’t I just say the words

Because you had to ask me why I always
walked on your left side....

Fuck it

Touch, touch, touch,
It’s locked
It’s locked
It’s locked