Fresh Face

August 29, 2009

Stop throwing rocks at my window

Stop dodging the bushes in my backyard

Just come to the front door, I'll let you in

I'll even keep the dog from barking

Get off my porch, quit playing your guitar

Just come inside, we'll fall asleep in each other's arms

I just want you

Call off the production

All of that means nothing

Just be real with me

We don't need an audience to feel complete

We don't need a show to have a memorable scene

We don't need a script to say how we feel

Then why is everything such a huge ordeal?

Take a break from smiling

I know the reason behind it

So give those lips a rest

And tell me something I don't know yet