The Third Door

Three exits from forever,
And somehow they still lead to you.
Every light's still burning, every shadow feels the same.
Three exits from forever, but I never really changed.
The movie theater stood empty, posters fading on the wall,
A photograph inside my jacket looked exactly like it all.
Summer dresses in the park, bikes leaning by the trees,
A version of myself I'd bury looking back at me.
The air smelled like old gasoline and summer after rain,
Like a memory refusing to disappear again.
Three exits from forever, three exits from the life I knew.
Three exits from forever,