I get out of bed
Dream of punching holes in my walls
But I can't
Because it comes out of my
Security deposit, and I
Can't afford the loss
After all that I've spent
After all that I've tossed right into the toilet
So I'll keep on dragging my feet
Across these nicely finished hardwood floors
Until I get to the get to the sink, and I stare at
The spot where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be
Where the bottles could be