I've written poems on the walls of the house in my mind
And lyrics to my songs on my phone and when I die
I hope that you see why I'm the way I am
Why I bother you and tell you what's always on my mind
And seem like way too much, too much of the time
I hope you're the one to give me a fair try
And I can't seem to close out the past
Moments I wish I could forget but made me who I am
And behind locked doors I keep my mistakes and sins
Oh but if you come knocking, how do I let you in
Thankful for the stars and the sky and ability to be
Thankful for a God that should've given up on me
But continues to give me too many a second chance
Thankful for a girl meets a boy and a perfect storyline
Of her filling in my blank page with color and life
Oh she makes me smile with just a single glance
So when I can't seem to close out the past
I'll just remember all the good I have
Don't need to hide behind locked doors and my mistakes
Oh so if you come knocking, I'll be waiting for the day