I just like you

You come in like quitting time on a Friday Coffee in your hand, hair pulled back sideways I almost said, You come here often Man, even I know that one’s exhausted I thought about a joke I heard at the shop Something about heaven, keys, and a knock But I just stood there by the counter light Trying not to spill my change or my pride I ain’t smooth, I ain’t rehearsed I say too much or nothing first I got a glove box full of pickup lines Bent and worn like a roll of dimes Some are rusty, some don’t work Like an old truck stuck in second gear I could fake it, play it cool But that ain’t really what I do So here it is, plain and true I don’t got a line—I just like you I almost said, You need a hand with that door Realized halfway that it wasn’t stuck before Thought about braggin’ ‘bout what I drive Then remembered—yeah, it barely survives The guys at work say just make her laugh Like it’s a switch you flip in half Truth is I don’t got much to prove Just a steady job and steel-toe boots I’m better fixing what’s broke Than selling a perfect joke I got a glove box full of pickup lines Bent and worn like a roll of dimes Some are borrowed, some are lies Sound good but don’t survive I could fake it, talk real smooth But that ain’t how I tell the truth So here it is, no alibi I don’t got a line—I just like you Maybe that ain’t poetry Maybe it’s just honesty But it’s all I got to give And it’s how I live Yeah, I got a glove box full of pickup lines Left ‘em all back there this time If you’re waitin’ on somethin’ clever I won’t keep you guessin’ forever I ain’t polished, I ain’t new But I show up, I follow through So if you don’t mind simple truth I don’t got a line—I just like you