Thrift Store Keyboard

Baby, you’re like a haunted mansion
I’m on the west wing, and I look for you
Trying to find you like broken pieces
Like a box that releases ghosts in the building
Your words are strange fragments
And I’m left to decipher the meanings
And I was left from the moment I was born
Alone to learn how to deal with shit myself

I’ve got too many bottles around my room
I can’t be bothered to throw them away

And I’m so scared of a future
Where I remain isolated
Hiding in your shadows forevеr
Waiting for something that I cannot have

Smashing the kеys on this thrift store keyboard
I found it and I thought I could play you a song
It was so fucking broken, the keys never worked
So I threw it away and then I cried again
And I would say to myself “it’s just a keyboard”
It’s just a keyboard, it’s just a keyboard
Dry your eyes and get off your bed
Cause you know damn well that it’s just a keyboard

But I’m trying to stop thinking so much
Cause living’s easy when your brain’s shut off

And I’m so scared of a future
Where I remain isolated
Hiding in your shadows forever
Waiting for something that I cannot have
Under this garbage pile
Could be salvageable pieces, I am sure
But baby, you gotta be looking with me
For this garbage fire to work

And I guess I was late to the party
Cause I stayed back here for you
Waiting to see your face
Sat alone at a table for two
And you said, you were crying over him
And I said, I hope things get better
And you said, you were crying over him
And I said, I hope things get better for you

It’s not just a keyboard
It’s not just a keyboard
It’s not just a keyboard
It’s not just a keyboard