歌词
Well my heart is in the basement
and my blood is in the kitchen
but I can’t live here anymore,
I can’t live here anymore
‘cause it rains inside my bedroom,
there’s black mold on every surface,
a hole in every ceiling
and you haven’t done the dishes since we moved in,
and the kids in Oakland have such joie de vivre
and it makes me sad because all I ever think about is dying
and everything that I love in Pittsburgh is quickly vanishing or getting gentrified,
and I can’t live here anymore
I’m a liar and I’m a hoarder,
I love every brick and mortar in this house
and we built this home together,
I could live here for forever,
I’ll have money when I get older and I can love again
every single conversation,
made me feel so much more complacent,
ever single interaction made me want to die less
and I thank you for it