One sip, two sip, three sip, four
Is life that miserable?
Is life that poor?

This house isn't your home
It's a glass filled with *** and pineapple
And sadly, I can't pay your rent
With words of wisdom or kindness
Because if I do
They get thrown back at me
With the dishes and papers
In an empty room

I haven't seen you all day
Yet, I've done everything wrong?

Tell me,
Does that make sense?