just when.

and just when I think I'm done

when I've closed the door

when I'm no longer lost

but found, at least kind of.

just when future is all I see

when I wish we didn't meet

when I'm focused on me

just when tables have turned

when this city does no longer remember

when your voice is a stranger's

you are back

knocking on my door

claiming your place in my life

stepping on everything I've built

well I'm sorry I'm made of iron

when it comes to you

I'm sorry my heart has learnt

how to be immune to you

I'm sorry I'm not even sorry.