It’s Getting Late – Babygirl

It’s raining out on Kipling Avenue
I’d rather be in Malibu
I’d rather be in front of you
And I’m weighing everything I wanna do
With everything I’m going through
I’m underwhelmed, I’m overdue

Truth be told I’m just riding the clock
While I’m waiting for something better
Cause one day I’ll turn to chalk on the sidewalk
That washes away with the weather
Don’t wanna stay in this town forever

And I’m trying to connect the dots
But I’m getting lost, I’m getting lost
Between A and B, 2 and 3
Nothing’s making sense to me
And I’m trying to believe in fate
But it’s getting late, it’s getting late
And the longer I wait the more aimless it all seems

Persuading every bird up in the sky
To try and teach me how to fly
Cause I like what it signifies
They’re saying to get a bar and set it high
But I’m just barely getting by
Forever saying nevermind, or another time

Truth be told I’m just riding the clock
While I’m waiting for something better
Cause one day I’ll turn to chalk on the sidewalk
That washes away with the weather
Don’t wanna stay in this town forever

And I’m trying to connect the dots
But I’m getting lost, I’m getting lost
Between A and B, 2 and 3
Nothing’s making sense to me
And I’m trying to believe in fate
But it’s getting late, it’s getting late
And the longer I wait the more aimless it all seems
It’s getting late for me

And I’m trying to connect the dots
But I’m getting lost, I’m getting lost
Between A and B, 2 and 3
Nothing’s making sense to me
And I’m trying to believe in fate
But it’s getting late, it’s getting late
And the longer I wait the more aimless it all seems