State Street Residential

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 nine months stack up to an addictive crutch,

As if the drink weren't enough.

A stagger cannot compete.

There's no charm in the residential state street.



And if I was sober,

Would 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 pointing down.

That the whiskey soothes more than you could ever do.



And if I was sober,

Would I kill caution and stay over?

And if I was sober,

Would I rip hearts apart like paper?



And what a difference it'd make.

And what a difference it'd make.



And if I was sober,

Would I kill caution and stay over?

And if I was sober,

Would I rip hearts apart like paper?



And what a difference it'd make.

And what a difference it'd make.