Told to wipe off the paint before I leave. Didn't listen again today. With this face, there's only one place left to go.
Two ten. Again today.
I know it's a shame to wipe off that paint. But it's six flights of stairs, isn't it?
Past two in the morning, I'm off the stage. Where I go isn't written down.
Told to wipe off the paint before I leave. Didn't listen again today. With this face, there's only one place left to go.

The door has never opened before the third knock. So I always knock all three.