You live out where the street ends   in a basement apt. with one of your friends   and the tap drips all night   water torture in the sink   The furnace is burning   but it's still cold i think      I can smell the bleach   that they use in the hall   but it can't clean the dirt off of me   It's seeping under the door   in across the floor   it's starting to hurt      Everytime I breathe   Everytime I try to leave   Everytime I breathe      Now the toaster sticks   and the empties are piled   I haven't been up the stairs in awhile now   I gotta wash the sheets on my bed   gotta watch the things that go unsaid   God I wish we'd leave it at this      And every evening you open the door   You come down   There's nothing like watching tv all night underground   and no one is watching me slide   below street level   barely alive      Now we live out where the street ends   in a basement apt. just like our friends   We always said that we were different   but you know now that we weren't   'cause there's holes in all the bottles   and my lungs hurt