knocking on your window/how it should be

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i pull up in your driveway

and turn my headlights off

i'm surprised you can't hear the bass thumping

(i always play my music too loud)

i turn the engine off and step out

a bouquet of flowers in my hand

(why am I getting you flowers)

but before i get to your door

i see you throw the big bay windows

you're in the kitchen, dancing around with a rag

and a bottle of cleaner

you're in nothing but an old tshirt

(i'm 99% certain that's my old tshirt)

i smile and i can hear your music

some old blues that croons it way out into the yard

(no wonder you didn't hear me pull up)

i shake my head and knock on your door

but you don't hear me

so i set the flowers down

(a few petals fall off, sorry about that)

and grab some pebbles

and start throwing them at your window

after ten pebbles or so

you finally hear me

and you look up

surprised

and you smile

like a flash, you're gone from view

and then your front door opens

and i'm tackled to the ground

you're squealing and kissing my face

saying how you missed me

(did you really miss me?

it had just been a few days)

and i laugh and hold you and kiss you back

and everything is just

how it should be


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