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
For 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
To you and see how you've been doing without me