There are too many keys i have to remember to pick up.

The car keys, house keys, storage keys, mail box key, spare key,

garage spare key, you know the spare in case the remote gets lost, the gas tank key,

the key to the city, which means absolutely nothing but a story to tell someone that you one day received the key to the city and

last but never forgotten the key to my heart, the only key i don’t have to keep up with anymore.

I gave it to him and he opened up my heart and left the door open, what are you raised in a barn?

Now i ask you for the key back and you said you think it’s somewhere between the couch cushion and the remote.

No luck yet!

~Enjoy