Вершы: Title Fight. Your Screen Door.

I drive by things en route to your place
I knew you'd think that if we're twenty-three
On your porch sweet 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
Don't open your screen door
Just make it glow
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