You Don't Need to Knock

Nothing's a complete waste of time - but some years come close.
I really didn't want anyone on board now
Cos as it is, I barely float

Your timing is like an iPod in Ancient Rome
I didn't want you now! And I won't walk you home -
But I'll go back and I'll wonder as I sit alone:
Who the hell are you?

And you don't need to knock on my door
You just walk in and find me
I guess you picked the lock way before
You even knew you'd go in
And I can't keep you out,
So you might aswell be here
And I might aswell love you
To the end of my days
Been having all these silly little dreams about you -
And they might aswell be true

If you carry on like this you might get me to bed
But that won't really fix the mess in my head
And whatever happens next I'm not ready yet
And neither are you

But you don't need to knock...

Why don't I make it you?
I know it's not quite by the book
Hey, babe, you
You talk like a dream and you act like a crook
Oh but you -
I can't seem to shake you, can't make you go

And I can't keep you out
So you might aswell be here
And I might aswell love you
To the end of my days
Keep having all these sweepin, freakin dreams about you
And they might aswell come true
Why don't I make it you?