Your Screen Door - Title Fight

I grabbed my things and rode to your place

I knew you’d be there

Four twenty three

On your porch swing talking with me

And I’m thinking, «What am I doing?»

This is killing me

I’m dying quietly

Four twenty three

I heard your name and thought I’d stop by

Cut open your screen door

And sneak in slow

Just to say hello to you

And see how you’ve been doing without me

Call you and see how you’ve been doing without me