Compressor repair is not in my skill set,
and that's why the floor's wet
by the window's broken unit,
and I crawled across the puddle that it made,
and lost my traction for a while,
but I was safe
and I repaired the only thing that I knew how to fix there.
We threw our shoes at God,
and I heard you praying for clean runoff,
and we trashed your AC and its broken freon coils.
It wasn't EnergyStar.
It wasn't BTUs.
It wasn't right,
but it was there because I want you to be cool.
I wanted you to be cool.
It cooled off and we got a reaction.
I wanted you to be cool.