[Verse 1] The room is warm, the window sticks, actually they had no clips on a windy ,bew right down cracked my head broje the rest broken window serenade A paper piece of tina rolls under the chair fuck I need that its my last piece. here we go broke so I guess it is cold turkey thank you pee Jay get the flies off me You ask me where we left the thread as a heart attack. fuck this place, fuck the dogs fuck the homeless,fiuck thec t resspassers fuck the orange loop fuck this life I say, “Somewhere in the middle of nowhere” Tommy finds the crooked chord Rocco counts us in, then loses four Frank says, “Smile, it’s nearly spring” The paint peels back like everything [Pre-Chorus] One small relief, one borrowed breath A joke that almost outruns the mess You turn to me; I turn away Then find the words I meant to say [Chorus] We’re still here, we’re still here With the door jammed shut and the ceiling low We’re still here, we’re still fuck thus place here Making a crooked little way to go [Verse 2] The fly keeps circling the coffee tin The dog has tracked the rain inside The landlord says the work will pay For a brighter, better, distant tide Who gets the keys when all is done? fuck me fuck thus orange loop Who gets the view, who gets the sun? You shrug and tap the table twice I laugh too loud; it sounds like advice fuck me me fuck me mau fuck me [Bridge] Cut the ribbon, count the floors Leave the old names on the doors Every promise, every plan Fits too neatly in a stranger’s hand oh my god mau im so so fucked up thank you Still, I know your knuckle tap Still, I know the room’s bad map If we’re lost, then let’s be lost Side by side, whatever the cost fuck this orange loop lie investment into space and time twilight zone [Chorus] We’re still here, we’re still here With the door jammed shut and the ceiling low We’re still here, we’re still here Making a crooked little way to go [Outro] The cup rolls back beneath the chair The room goes quiet; you are there I find the thread, I let it lie We’ll pick it up another time
