there's a door between us,

you've built a door between us.

it's open most of the time, more often then not. i find myself white knuckled holding onto the handle, or prying at the cheaply painted planks.

your back is turned and you're oblivious, but your holding the other doorknob.

there's a door between us, a door you've built.

you've built a door and i'm tearing myself apart, and you're smiling and you're laughing and my knuckles are white.

the doors locked again, you said you left the key under the mat but there's no mat, or i don't see a mat. i yell out to you and you're smiling and you're laughing, and you built this door.

and now there's a door between us and it's locked.