Pissed it all away laying still years more

Forgot what's outside traded for basement floors

A bedroom rotting lungs filled with mold

Smoke permeating this hazy light

Nothing seems to work, old and broken down

Pipes run the ceiling and mice own the ground

A bedroom rotting more broken glass

Entertaining deathbeds mourning the past

How could you ever look my way?

There's gotta be something

Why would you ever look my way?

Some things they cannot change

What else could go wrong in this broken place

Before rеceiving a warm embrace

I climb thе old stairs to see her off

Observe the street view just one last time