There was something about that drive home
something about that look in your eye
i think you knew i knew it was a lie
always too good to be true
i'd fall for you if you would let me
i could show you the truth
that it is supposed to be me next to you
but what else can i do
to prove to you
that i'm best for you
what else can i do
i've been knocking on your door
baby please open up it's a downpour
it's the overpour, lust spilling out the door
honey what more can i do
i've been waiting for you
six months come and go
i've been patiently waiting by the phone
but you don't call here anymore
honey here comes the outpour
i'm sorry if i've been a bore
but what else can a girl do
to prove to you
i swear i'm what's best for you
i've been standing outside your door
in this pacific northwest fucking downpour
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Poetrya collection of my poetry of the past 3 years. i appreciate you giving it a chance.