There's closets in my head where dirty things are kept. That never see the light of day. I want to drag them out, go for a walk. Just to see the look that's on your face.
I've been locked out, I've been locked in. But I always seem to come back again. When you're in that room, oh what do you do?. I know that I will have you in the end.
It was typical of you. To give it to me plain. The sign on your door. Said make your mind up or go away. It was difficult for me. To figure you out. Left hand.