hey, YOU!

I know the one i want...
looking down at me from the top of the stairs,
walking across my lawn to retrieve the fallen snakes,
in my kitchen when i wake up in the morning,
standing aside while i call all the shots,

strumming chords on my guitar in the basement,

in my blankets when it gets too cold,
outside my house when i don't answer my phone,
being my hip hop misfit, straight from the pacific.