Keys Between Fingers

[ Lyrics ]

Keys between fingers — heels loud on the street.

Keys between fingers... yeah, I walk slow but I move discreet.

Streetlight halo on my shoulder, flickers like a lie,
man in the sedan rolls down his window, tries to catch my eye.
Smiles like he’s harmless, says, ‘You lost? I know this block.’
But I know that tone — it’s not help, it’s a crock.
So I punch my code in, I don’t answer sweet,
keep my eyes ahead, though the air feels cheap.
Every step I count it, every shadow breathes,
oh, the price of daylight beauty — dark don’t pay in peace.

Used to laugh it off, said, ‘I’m fine, I’m strong,’
but the fear don’t brag — it just sits along.
Now I check the rearview even when I’m not in the seat,
heartbeat syncs to traffic — uneven, discreet.

Keys between fingers — not for style, for fight,
wrist turned just right if he steps too light.
Pretty gets attention, but it don’t keep me safe,
walls in my reflection, running every escape.

Keys between fingers — yeah, the world feels thin,
beauty’s a spotlight… but it don’t blind the sin.

Saw my face on a billboard last week, gloss and gold,
paid to look untouchable — story sold.
But no one sees the bathroom lock I touch at night,
or the way my breath hitches when the elevator lights die.
I wore stilettos to the meeting, they praised my grace,
barely noticed the pitch — just the curve of my face.
Now I walk in flats when the city sleeps,
because safe is quieter than the love that creeps.

I still wear the heels, I still play the part,
but my mind’s three blocks ahead, mapping every exit chart.
Smile for the cameras, but my jaw stays tight,
because being seen don’t mean you’re in the light.

Breath held — car door creaks
Footstep lands — concrete speaks
I don’t run, I don’t freeze
I rehearse the words: *Please, don’t you touch me.*

Keys between fingers — not for style, for fight,
wrist turned just right if he steps too light.
Pretty gets attention, but it don’t keep me safe,
walls in my reflection, running every escape.
Keys between fingers — yeah, the world feels thin,
beauty’s a spotlight… but it don’t blind the sin.

Heels loud on the street...
Keys still sharp in my fist...
Made it home.