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

I 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