i’m Best Friends with my Own Front Door -Bill Wurtz

i’m Best Friends with my Own Front Door. I just closed it but its opening more. THEN THE COPS CAME and they sent me to jail. But tomorrow i’m gonna open it again.

i’m the postman and I’ve got cool clothes. I’m the neighbors and i’m wearing cool shoes. And i’m dreaming of a brand new world. and i’m hoping that it comes reel soon. but i saw a sign i saw the sign its a bad bad sign. said its not gonna happen and its not what it seems. your not gonna make it and its not meant to be but f#ck them i just climbed a huge mountain but everyone told me i couldn’t do it. and i feel real nice cause i got lots of money in my bank account.

and i walk down the street. people throw things at me like breakfast and strength tests (oh this is cool) how much can i bench press (oh i’m very strong) time to win some awards. i’m gonna do everything that your not supposed to do i’m gonna open to page 1 and then skip ahead to page 2 cause i’m hungry, and scared and i cant find the truth so i’m leaving. oh there’s my balloon. Over the trees under the bridge and over the town i’m gonna tell you the things that i’m feeling out loud. and they changed all the rules and i wrote them all again that’s how the game begins Oh that’s how i get home again.

i’m Best Friends with my Own Front Door -Bill Wurtz