We almost stayed there the whole night, a debt we thought we’d owe
I spent that time talking to you
And said how we should go
Did we error in sharing everything, even our biting woe?
You helped me and I helped you too
But paid less than was owed
Winter came, and how we felt the coldness of the snow!
You told me I’m an okay screw
But now I ought to go
But in our house our love lingered, it’s putrid status quo
Heaped on our floor a pile accrued
Of debts we came to owe
We let our shame gestate in you, then cut it from below
We’re too young to know what to do
Too poor to pay the debts we owe
I guess that I should go