Theres a riot in the kitchen and the beds on fire
Theres a locket in my pocket that I cant find
Oh Im at the window whistling in the wind
Im at my own front door and I cant get in
Im dialing up 911
Im on the brink of trouble again,
If you could change the time, a little,
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
Tell me do you have a home-made remedy,
The only time we talk is in our sleep
Oh he likes mornings, I like the moon
Its a typical case of too little, too soon
Im dialing up 911
Im on the brink of trouble again,
If you could change the time, a little,
Then everything would be
Fine, fine, fine
...my back is in the corner,
My boat is taking on water,
You cant wrap fire up in paper
And you cant rap your way out of here
Oh I like mornings, he likes the moon
Its a typical case of too late, too soon
