State Street Residental

Holding fast until the rent checks wear thin
Because it hasn’t sunk in, so far
Well it’s a drab routine, the dust starts building
Until it’s hard to come clean

Then the months stack up to an addict crutch
As if the drink weren’t enough
A stagger cannot compete
There’s no charm in being residential state street

And if I was sober
Could I kill caution and stay over
And if I was sober
Would I rip hearts apart like paper?

I wish you could know better than you show
With parted lips pointed down
That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do

What a difference it made
What a difference it made

What a difference it made
What a difference it made