Copied Keys

This is not my town and it will never be.
This is our apartment filled with your things.
This is your life, I get copied keys.
Try and force a little smile, hold it a little while, for you.

These are your old streets and you know them well.
One way shortcuts all the way downtown.
But your favorite find is just my secondhand secret.
Try and hide a little pain for the things
I can't explain to you.

There are your good friends and I like them fine.
'Cause they are your past and your present time.
But would you even be the same if you left them behind?
All the things I used to be,
All the things I miss of me for you.

There are your good friends and I like them fine.
These are you old streets and you know them well.
This is not my town and it will never be.
And it will never be...ours.