We were rolling our eyes
and laughing through sighs,
"Like, it fuckin figures"
she said to me
As we belly up to beer cans all over the floor
As we belly up to beer cans all over the floor
Hallway hurricane dance parties outside my bedroom door
Dirty fingernails and noodles with butter
All we have is each other
Windowless Universe Warehouse Home
This is the first place I could call my own-
Busting bottles in the dark, roller skating in the park
howling out the songs of our savage little hearts
I leave my door unlocked and you
can climb into my bed
If I wake up and you're gone
We'll let it go unsaid
I'll just see you round the stalls
While we're tagging up the halls
And spray painting our madness
on our neighbors walls
Baby, check that sadness at the door
That's not what these rooms are for
We got ceilings full of dreams and cracks
Hold ourselves together with old thumbtacks
And I'll scratch your back if you lend me a dime
We're all living on cigarettes and rented time
This is as good as it gets and all bets are off
As we cough up for coffee on our way to Starbucks
Odds are stacked, streets are packed, and the world is OCCUPIED
Just lay with me, stay with me, we got nothing to hide
Beyond this closed door, it's America's war
And no one out there is sure what they're fighting for
It's students in the park and
Drummers in the dark
It's our history laid out
like a long Boardwalk Empire
On fire and one step at a time
We go hand in hand in hand and cross over the line..
And if you write me in your rhythm,
You know I'll paint you in my rhyme.
