Knock
Knock
Knock.
Turn the handle, pull open the door, who could be there?
Oh.
You're stood on my porch, with this look, this look on your face that says, let me in, please god don't slam that door in my face and leave me out here, let me in. So I step aside, watching warily, biding my time.
Sit down, offer a drink (I know you don't like coffee), keep my eyes on you, all the time. Don't take them off you, who knows what you'll do.
You start talking.
"I'm sorry,"
"I didn't mean it,"
"Take me back,"
I miss you,"
"I love you,"
On, and on, and on.
WHACK
The door shuts for the second time that day, I wince at the bloody, muddy mess left behind. That'll need cleaning.
Knock
Knock.
Turn the handle, pull open the door, who could be there?
Oh.
You're stood on my porch, with this look, this look on your face that says, let me in, please god don't slam that door in my face and leave me out here, let me in. So I step aside, watching warily, biding my time.
Sit down, offer a drink (I know you don't like coffee), keep my eyes on you, all the time. Don't take them off you, who knows what you'll do.
You start talking.
"I'm sorry,"
"I didn't mean it,"
"Take me back,"
I miss you,"
"I love you,"
On, and on, and on.
WHACK
The door shuts for the second time that day, I wince at the bloody, muddy mess left behind. That'll need cleaning.
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