Locksmith for the Soul

Three minutes late and I’m digging through the purse / Checking every pocket while I’m mumbling a curse / I’ve got the lipstick, the wallet, and the lucky charm / But the little silver pieces must have sounded the alarm / I’m looking in the bushes, looking under the car / Did I leave ‘em at the counter of that overpriced bar? / I’m a hot mess, a disaster, a walking hurricane / With a five-alarm fire going off in my brain / Then I stopped. / And I breathed. / And I sat down on the porch. / I realized I don’t need a key to carry the torch! / I lost the keys but I found the queen! / Best believe I’m the finest thing you’ve ever seen / If I’m locked out, then I’m staying outside / Turning the sidewalk into a ride / I was so busy looking for a way to get in / I forgot that the beauty’s already under the skin / I’m standing on the mat, and I’m feeling so free / The only door that matters was unlocked by me!