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