In this shitty low-light basements
ceiling leaking water overhead,
we made so many final statements;
many times I’ve returned to your bed.
But more often you deny me
and sleep in your bed alone;
And I walk those two blocks lonely
to a basement of my own.
We are sleeping in the rainstorm
with no lightning rod.
So please remember, my love
’cause we lie in the arms of
an angry vengeful God.
And I know we can’t stay together.
But I’ll keep you safe forever
and I know that sounds heavy
but fuck it and whatever.
I was not invited to your birthday;
you were introducing him to all your friends.
So I got loaded in the worst way;
took these pills and rang your door at 4am.
And then I passed out on your stoop ’cause I could not stay on my feet,
until this guy shook me awake and sent me stumbling down your street.
We love sleeping in a rainstorm
with no lightning rod.
So please remember, my love, ’cause we lie in the arms of
an angry vengeful God.
And I know
We can’t live forever
So we should stick together
I know that sounds heavy
But fuck it and whatever
(In these shitty low-light basements) Fuck all the nostalgia
(In these shitty low-light basements) and everything we’re scared of;
(In these shitty low-light basements) And I will still be with you
(In these shitty low-light basements) when we find a new love.