[Verse 1: Grunge male lead, ragged shouted grunge vocal] Went north on a crab boat for a month to pay the rent Put my place up for a sublet and a quiet guy was sent Name was Wes, he paid in cash, he had a toolbox and a grin Shook my hand and took the keys and said, man, I'll keep it clean Came back thirty pounds lighter with my hands all cut and raw Opened up my door and didn't know a single thing I saw Sink don't drip, the floor got sanded, there's a plant up on the sill And my cat climbed into Wes's lap and wouldn't sit still [Chorus: Grunge male lead, full roar, raw roaring guitars] Somebody's livin' my life better than me Same old couch but he made it look clean Same four walls and the neighbors all smile Somebody's livin' my life for a while [Verse 2: Grunge male lead, ragged shouted grunge vocal] Lady down the hall who hated me brings him soup on Sunday Guy across the street who called the cops lends him his saw on Monday And my band, my own band, called and asked if Wes could sing 'Cause he sat in at a practice and he nailed the whole thing Said he's got a sweeter voice and he shows up when he should And he never breaks a string, and honestly, he's good I'm standin' in my doorway with my duffel bag and brine And the whole street's wavin' at a man who's livin' mine [Chorus: Grunge male lead, full roar, raw roaring guitars] Somebody's livin' my life better than me Same old couch but he made it look clean Same four walls and the neighbors all smile Somebody's livin' my life for a while [Bridge: Grunge male lead, rasp break on the last line] So I went to see the landlord, gonna get my key back, please He said Wes fixed the boiler and he paid up through the spring Then he slid a lease across the desk with Wes's name inside And I yelled until my voice tore, that's my life, that's my life [Verse 3: Grunge male lead, ragged grunge vocal, laughing through it] Now I'm sleepin' on the couch in what used to be my place Payin' Wes two hundred monthly for a pillow and some space He's got my band, he's got my cat, he's got the lady down the hall And he's teachin' me to fix the sink and patch the bedroom wall Honestly the guy's a saint and that's the part that hurts the most I sublet my whole life to him and I'm livin' like a ghost Every night he plays my songs a little better than I would And I sit there on the couch and say, damn, Wes, that's good [Final Chorus: Grunge male lead, full roar] Somebody's livin' my life better than me Same old couch but he made it look clean Same four walls and the neighbors all smile Somebody's livin' my life for a while [End]
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