the joys of being on your own

Jun 15, 2005 21:34

Cold floors, landlords
Knocking knocking should we let him in
Should we lock the door + throw away the key
What should we hide first? Should we
Throw away the door, throw away the sink
Throw away every last comforting thing
Throw away the beds so no one can tell
This is how we, this is how well

Cut the power off, give me cold cramped rooms
Disconnected phones and leaky roofs
Give it to me in large unpaid bills
This is how we, this is how we will
Spend the rest of our days
Forever and always, this is
This is how we live

i love pinhead gunpowder

beck

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