Our Song

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car. I look around turn the radio down. He says baby is there something wrong? I say no I was just thinking how we don't have a song. And he says, our song is the slamming screen door, sneaking out late tapping on your window. Our song is the way you laugh, the first date, "man I didn't kiss her and I should've."

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day had gone all wrong and been trampled on and lost and thrown away. Got to the hallway, well on my way to my bed, I almost didn't notice all the roses and the note that said... "I've heard every album, listened to the radio waited for something as good as our song. Our song is sneaking out late, tapping on your window. The way you laugh. Nothings as good as our song."