I feel I'm standing on the edge of where the sidewalk ends
I'm gonna fall
Burning through my money and I'm not yet even twenty
A lost cause

Sleeping by the window
A balled up sweatshirt as a pillow
I've concluded my neck needs more support

A drunken waltz down the street last night
Roxanne isn't putting on the red light
As I keep my eyes from leaving the ground
If only I had a bike
I could have been home half an hour ago

The wall outside my window
A passage small and dark and narrow
I've concluded the brick is kind of nice

Throw myself out of the window
Hyperbole will soften the blow
I've concluded I complain a little too much