Your Screen Door

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, 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
Doing without me