And I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.
I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I peaked through the glass
and saw his hair grew longer
but he still takes his coffee black,
he still leaves the big light on when he sleeps.
He still puts on his left sock first
and still plays the same Cigarettes After *** vinyl
when he writes.
He still hangs his ***** clothes on that three-legged chair,
still hates the smell of wine
and still smiles sideways.
Mother says my best quality is patience
and so I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.
I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I kept asking for my heart back
but of course
he still plays his music too loud.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:01 AM UTC
And I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.
I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I peaked through the glass
and saw his hair grew longer
but he still takes his coffee black,
he still leaves the big light on when he sleeps.
He still puts on his left sock first
and still plays the same Cigarettes After *** vinyl
when he writes.
He still hangs his ***** clothes on that three-legged chair,
still hates the smell of wine
and still smiles sideways.
Mother says my best quality is patience
and so I sat on his front porch,
watched the sun and the stars
appear and disappear.
I kept tapping on his window,
I kept knocking on his door.
I kept asking for my heart back
but of course
he still plays his music too loud.
