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