From every drop springs just a little more. An urgent pounding against the bedroom door. Because it's out with the pilot light, it's in with the same old fight, and it's back to work, the same old way. Every ******* day.
You say you believe that love is the answer. I don't know, but hate is a cancer. And it's miles and miles to beat my retreat. Some days it's ******* the sound of my own heartbeat.
I'm not another hack, building out but holding back. I live in the here in now, or so I say, until the noise starts. Rent's late. Time to pay. Every ******* day.
I would love, you must believe me, to see peace. I would love to lay my head down and finally get sleep. But there's work to be done, there's hours and hours, and so little ******* sun. But if you stay with me, hold hands and live with chance, I might feel like I can be free.
But the knocking never goes. We're not some dead beats, though heaven only knows. I'm spent from all my mediocre feats. I can't find my bed and lay, because the noise doesn't go away. Every ******* day.