You bought this place but it's not my house
We made it a home though I had held out
I painted walls, I feared my accounts
Well not quite, it's alright, we're ok

May I digest this whole mess, I'm this big bag of flesh
With the murmurs, the headaches, the pains in my legs
And I think, there's only weeks left

Well not quite, it's alright, we're ok

Well not quite