Basement Apartment

You live out where the street endsIn a basement apt. With one of your friendsAnd the tap drips all nightWater torture in the sinkThe furnace is burningBut it's still cold i thinkI can smell the bleachThat they use in the hallBut it can't clean the dirt off of meIt's seeping under the doorIn across the floorIt's starting to hurtEverytime I breatheEverytime I try to leaveEverytime I breatheNow the toaster sticksAnd the empties are piledI haven't been up the stairs in awhile nowI gotta wash the sheets on my bedGotta watch the things that go unsaidGod I wish we'd leave it at thisAnd every evening you open the doorYou come downThere's nothing like watching tv all night undergroundAnd no one is watching me slideBelow street levelBarely aliveNow we live out where the street endsIn a basement apt. Just like our friendsWe always said that we were differentBut you know now that we weren't'Cause there's holes in all the bottlesAnd my lungs hurt