You live out where the street ends
in a basement apt. with one of your friends
and the tap drips all night
water torture in the sink
the furnace is burning
but it's still cold i think
I can smell the bleach
that they use in the hall
but it can't clean the dirt off of me
it's seeping under the door
in across the floor
it's starting to hurt
Everytime i breathe
everytime i try to leave
everytime i breathe
Now the toaster sticks
and the empties are piled
i haven't been up the stairs in awhile now
i gotta wash the sheets on my bed
gotta watch the things that go unsaid
god i wish we'd leave it at this
And every evening you open the door
you come down
there's nothing like watching tv all night underground
and no one is watching me slide
below street level
barely alive
Now we live out where the street ends
in a basement apt. just like our friends
we always said that we were different
but you know now that we weren't
'cause there's holes in all the bottles
and my lungs hurt