Open window

Open window
Yep you'l see an open window

And

Somewhere out there on the ground

Is

The substance of the rest of your life

Right where ya pitched it

Nothing matters

But

Her or him

Bruises
Cause if you're luck, just lucky

Ya done fell head over heals, punch drunk down the drain

You'll pay for it later

But

Who cares

Friends
Who are those people

And

Why do they insist on speaking to you

And

Won't they go away so you can concentrate on the most incredable human on earth

Job? what job!