John M. Bricker - Don't Let the Door Hit You Lyrics

I've got duck tape in the backs of my shoes
And I'm walking out the door
Spent the whole day packing up
Cardboard boxes on my floor

I called to my brother, take your earbuds out
My parents stuffed my stuff in the mini van
My Mom said "You're a fine young man"
"You can always come home if you don't work out"

When I shoo them out, I'll dance alone
Blast BROCKHAMPTON through my broken stereo
I'll get some friends to Uber out
Things, Things are looking up right now

And I promise I'll call
And I promise I'll drop by
I'll miss you when I'm with my friends
Just give me a little time
I'll miss you when I'm with my friends
Just give me a little time

When I put that fifth lock on my door
You won't poke in and bother me no more
I'll take care of myself. Bye, I'll see you 'round
Things, things, things are looking up right now

Did you ever see the sun shine on a dust mite?
I might see a contrail if the shine hits it just right
I don't believe. Can't see it, not quite
Then you'll be gone, watch you leave through water in my eyes

Dust falls off that blanket, Mom's crochet
Draped on that bench where we used to sit and play
Board games. Now I sit and watch you lay dormant
When I got up, almost tripped into you, watch it

Now when I see you, it's plane rides, can't take you back
Crammed in the window seat, watch the wing, glass cracks
And as the sun breaks through the clouds, I can see it now
Ice, dust motes glowing red

Down through the clouds, it's nighttime
Try to shoot you text, can't, dumb phone's offline
As I touch down, stare out, see Dallas lights
In your car, pass the aux, please say it's all right