Out the Window

It's late in the evening Hotter than July The mosquitoes are biting at my Adam’s apple Causing me to crunch down on my cigarette, which hasn’t burnt out yet And neither have I, neither have I I don't wanna pinch pennies my whole life momma I’ve been counting dimes just trying to stay alright, just trying to stay alright Well, alright to me is throwing tv’s out the window What if I fall short of you’re great design And I want to fall inside a wormhole and sing crescendos Travel through the dimensions of my mind So what if I give up now and wait till the next life Come back as a chimp throwing shit at the try-hards of my timeline Time and space tripped me up like a shoelace and led me down a rabbit whole In deep dark marinade To ponder all the changes of my springtime mid-boyhood crisis Oh what a heartache, oh what a heartache Alright to me is throwing tv’s out the window What if I fall short of you’re great design And I want to fall inside a wormhole and sing crescendos Travel through the dimensions of my mind And I want to fall inside a wormhole and sing crescendos Travel through the dimensions of my mind So what if I give up now and wait till the next life Come back as a chimp throwing shit at the try-hards of my timeline