the door's shut
like nothing's wrong
but behind it
one coffee cup is gone
a wardrobe door is ajar
and a note lies on the counter

(i'm sorry, i see now,
we were never meant to be)

the door's shut
like everything's fine
but behind it
there's a girl lying
on the floor, and to herself
and the tang of salt is in the air

(and i swear to you, it's not you
but i can't stay any longer)

the door's shut
like nothing's wrong
but behind it
the locks are falling into place
in the heart of the girl
who's been left crying