Sittin' in Your Room

A hundred degrees, the birds and the bees
But domesticity ain't what it's cracked to be
And the more I call this home, the more I can't go on
And when we're all alone you know how it goes
The snows coming down now the walls all around
Begin to cave in my patience wearing thin
I know I'm here today but I won't be here tomorrow
Guess I'm trying to say that I'm just yours to borrow
I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do
With the tv playing loud and my mind just wondering how
I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do
With the records playing wild and my mind just wondering why
Walking on my tiptoes high upon eggshells
Walk and knock the tambourine from the window
She wakes up again, I'm pulled back in
Gotta make a break before it's too late
I'll be sad to see this fall but the road outside calls
Don't break what you can't fix
Don't love a beatnik
Two hundred degrees, the birds and the bees
But domesticity ain't what is meant to be for me
I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do
With the tv playing loud and my mind just wondering how
I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do
With the records playing wild and my mind just wondering why
I'm just sittin in your room wondering what I should do
With the tv playing loud and my mind just wondering how
I'm just sittin in your room wondering what the hell I should do
With the records playing wild and my mind just wondering why