Walk from her driveway to the door
The porch lights off like she forgot it
Her windows open her curtains drawn
Make her go out of her way
And for what, well for me ovcourse

Please less more sixteen candles
And more touch me in this room
Roses please on my dining table
Kisses please for our broken ego

My diary is full
And I didn t even make a comment
She did as the ocean for ink
Before she finished it ran dry as she called for more
And yet again her pen ran dry
To write me messages in my diary