Remember the first house that we both lived in? It wasn't a home to anyone. We locked ourselves up, we were newly in love, and never talked to anyone else. We couldn't wait to get out. With the back door open I'd blow smoke at spiders, just to watch them spin around. And at 4 in the morning, get back into bed with you and wait for tomorrow. We couldn't wait to get out. So hold out, impatience lets our guard down.