So when you fell out the window, light struck you blind,
She laughed her *** off; while she pushed from behind,
Let the smog cradle you as you drop in slow motion,
You’re falling head first; into a glistening street light ocean,
The winds' in your hair; blowing by a sudden sense of freedom,
And you’re falling head first; into a golden street light kingdom,
You looked up to the sky and your 18th story window,
Blew a kiss goodbye; to the stars and your Timeless widow.