i was asked a question one night: "who would you choose? the one you want, or the one knocking at your door?" i stick to my middle ground of is the one i want even knocking at my door? i could hear nothing but the drum of a beat that my own heart has fallen into step to it was so loud that it drove my neighbors away and then a phone call from the contact named "i yearn for you" the music stops, the beat stops, the world stops "i'm here at your door"
i told him that i needed him to wait for me to open up my door and he said that's fine, because there's nowhere else i'd rather be your house is home to me