Key/Hole

I'm thinking about the first line that I wrote you way back when
You always said I was the last in your long line of friends
But peaking through a keyhole, there's only so much to take in
Things get so uneven like they do in the end
Deny me any indication to find me anywhere you can
That's when I call you over
I see a little darkness mixed in with the light
I know your kisses narrow the night of sweet delights
Let's make the best of a bad situation
Try to defy love anyway we can
That's when I call you over
Your bright like a shadow and dark like a sunny day
You shuffled all the pages until the words decayed
I'm a traveller in the hard hard rain
And you, my dear, are quite insane
I'm in the middle of the river
Scattered ropes and jewels forever
I'm back out on the town now, back out on your street
I feel a little strange about it, but you know what I need
So take this as a last line to see this as the end
Scattered fruit and chatter and malcontent
Let's take our eyes out and then complete the conversation
Devise a way out of our grandest plans
That's when I call you over