Fell down the stairs, tried to
Give you a kiss, you said
Oh how cute, look how you
Drip drip

Hand me some ice, I
Can’t take a joke
My lip is split, I’m
Late for work

I’m a renter not a buyer
I don’t stay long it don’t matter
How the floorboards creak and the window seams
Let out a fucking cold breeze
When you need it least

Hand me your shirt, yeah
You wear it better
If I don’t return it, hope you
Let it slide

No time for coffee
Two blocks away
My mouth’s still bleeding
But I’m two weeks late

I’m a renter not a buyer
Dress me up like someone’s daughter
Put me on my side, call it a brick, call it a wife
Call it anything you want
On the ceiling, I was air

I’m a renter not a buyer
I don’t live here, does it matter

I just coexist
In a half-domestic

I just take my shift
In a sub-synthetic