Your Wrists Testo

I knocked on your doorI knocked on your door
Is this the type of thing one takes medicine for?
You know a girl for every name
And I know maybe four
And my friends are your friends
But your friends aren't my friends
I saw you with your eyes closed and I kept looking
I saw you with your mouth open and I kept gaping
I grabbed you by the collar, my hand still shaking, and said Won't you be my neighbor?
Won't you be my neighbor?
I found you through the telephone
You were running through the wires
Up broken stairs
In Sunday clothes
We sat so close
We sat so close singing quietly
I couldn't help but stare
Your wrists seemed perfect for my hands
Don't let me be only a song in the air
You would find me time consuming
You would find me burdening and
You would find me upside down on your front lawn
Singing You're the only one, you're the one.