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 k**ing me
I'm dying quietly
Four twenty-three
I heard your name and thought I'd stop by
Cut open your screen door
And 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