I hate my door
It keeps letting people in
I get so tense
When they start asking me again
And you'd say I'm stupid
But I'm not sure
I hate my door
I do the locks
Each night before I go to bed
But when I wake
Someone's undone them all again
I'm too tired
To argue
Anymore
I hate my door
And if I've had too much to drink, it's open wide
And it scares me
What if something scary comes inside
I hate my door
Someone is always standing there
With things to sell
Or words to lead me into prayer
And I don't want
To be hurt
Anymore
I hate my door
If I ever leave this place, I have no faith
That it will be there
When I come home having lost
Whatever I was looking for
I hate my door