Renter Not a Buyer

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