Boy Legs - Something Out There lyrics

[Verse 1: Hemlock Ernst] Backseat driver Last one to notice Turning straight into the driveway First to point the difference between the chorus and the side chain Eyes on the prize Never prized for their eyes Hatfull of hollows Baby picture follows Face formed in a wincing gasp Basked in the mincemeet aroma From my grandma's pad Walking down atlantic Turning off of bogue I was never vogue Now I vogue to watch the faces glow My hair falling down, not over my eyes But under table with the roaches and the curly fries Scattered mice nibbling on these kernels of corn Trinity scorned like my throat's trestle Just where the dust settles Make a bed right where my hats at But talk first with the chimps and the lab rats Read a storybook from my childhood Like “Papa look, I made a hole and dug it too!” What have I got to lose? I ran faster than my shoes, and they said it was impossible (what have I got to lose?) I made a castle out of greens and blue and they said it was impossible (what have I got to lose?) Yo, I can jump higher than the moon And they said it was impossible (what have I got to prove) Wish I could go back to my childhood but I've got other stuff to do and they say it isn't possible [Verse 2: Luchbag] A fake wise man said nothing is more probable So I got it tattooed and pretended educated truths weren't audible And my moms is responsible for rearing the fake modest oddest ball u know It's so many ins and outs, it's so many instances of doubt That I just shut my mouth and keep quiet 'bout Out of shame for not believing in myself half as much as everybody else does Why it don't work when I give myself a hug, I believe god can speak but it seldom does So I'm trying hard not to be a loner anymore & I'm trying hard to believe I don't gotta be alone anymore Cause she's sleeping on phone write now while I write this down And hope the clicks from the virtual keyboard don't wake her Cause she got work in the morning and I don't wanna break her She worries that she was meant for more than a salary, (& she's right) Even tho her whole entire family is proud as can be I don't know if Adam was real or just a literary device but I'm adamant you feel like the space between my ribs where another one used to be and that's a little scary at night When the dark parts of me get afraid that I might be bright Being light is something I can't bring myself to take lightly Why do good things happen to dumb dudes like me? Why do good things happen to dumb dudes like me? (stumble down the street awkwardly, I am only ways that I've got to be)